Some call me missing
Some call me lost
Some just simply don’t care.
I am an enigma to even my own son
But they aren’t the only ones
That find me enigmatic.
I am a mystery to even myself
I alone do not know
Which world I belong in.
One in which my lovely Penelopia resides
Or one which is filled with enticing temptations.
Oh how dare my heart be split!
One world where I have
Only one true love
And millions of others that forget my existence.
One world with millions that care
Months on end.
But they aren’t sure of my true self.
I must make this trek across the seas
To test my true love for dearest Penelopia.
If the temptations get the best of me
I shall never see her again.
But if I make it I shall live
In prosperity for the rest of my years.
I am quiet and ready.
Let the best world consume me…