Here, I am wondering about you again
A measly side character in a book who is
Neither a protagonist who finishes the game
Nor a villain possessing immense wits.
What are you exactly?
That you make me think
If Titanic was my life,
It would be my pride
That I'd let it sink?
As weird as your appearance is in this story,
a shadow of a unnecessary redundant character
But I grew to like the contrast
Not because of the law of the sciences.
You and me, two characters with no connection
Impacting the scene in our own way,
No validation required, wishing no accolades
Just hovering like an overcast sky
But open for people to judge us-
a curse or a blessing
as they like!