A poem in need of a tune. A mournful dirge.

I don't remember where the idea came from, I just started writing. It might have come from a dream I had, or a conversation with a close friend. Whoever it was, I thank you for the gift that this has become. The poem, or song, I'm not sure which yet, took me a while to write. I wrote the first verse or two one night, the rest I wrote the night I posted this. Not there/ I go is, in my opinion, still a work in progress. If anyone reads it and has an idea for a tune, please comment and let me know. A heads up, as the title of this post suggests, the work is rather mournful, perhaps a dirge of some kind. In any case, enjoy and know that you are reading a piece of my life from this year.