What goes on in your head, when you sit there
all day.
The lengthly lagging of your body does move me
to ponder what you ponder.

I've seen people walk buy you, mock you, spit on you
and yet you stand firm..
They hate you yet wonder why you must be, and in all that
you stand firm to your own belief.

I seen you, For a while. Secretly admiring your utter strength and lack
or fear of authority.

War was waged around you, but you didn't look up
The masses sprang to your aid, and at the end You stood even taller.
You do move, but at a slower pace than most. The children who once
played with you now dare call you ENEMY, FIEND, WORTHLESS, Yet you hold
firm to your own belief.

I guess in the end You will find comfort being idle, and possibly
successful, and the children and there war-games will come crawling
back...
But for the honor of Yourself, Stand tall as you have, and don't give
them the satisfaction of knocking you down, only to regret what they
have done after.

I admire You my little Idle Idol, You are pure strength and stronger
than the earth itself, And I will admire you till the end.


_* Yes it is about Ashtan (If you havn't figured it out), It's also
about admiring how well it sticks to it's beliefs and how some people
always change or jump on bandwagons *-
Misty Storm

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Midautumn, in the year 122 MA.