Lord Cynic: "Hello, odd and confused people. It is I, the ironically romance writer, Lord Cynic, with another poem offering! For the second time, I am introducing a new category. Air was originally a video game, which was turned into an anime in 2005. However, I base whatever I write about on the anime, and it'll be the same (sorta) with this. Enjoy!
Oh, and I'll fix the formatting after it's been submitted. Meh."
Lord Cynic: "I don't own Air, or it's anime counterpart Air TV. Gaou!"
Air TV
Journey
An empty sky,
An endless ocean,
A perpetual dream,
Set fully in motion.
A promise kept,
A journey long begun,
His sluggish footsteps,
Under the blistering sun.
No definite direction,
No confirmed ambition.
A way to earn his living,
Is all that he envisions.
One hand in his pocket,
Another clasped around his beloved doll.
The fatigue of prolonged travel,
Finally taking its toll.
Exhaustion and hunger,
Delirium and despair.
Collapsing on the street,
With no one around to care.
His bloodshot eyes, pale white hair,
Hopelessly lost expression.
Begging assistance for his pains,
And his tragically famished condition.
Screams for sustenance,
Pleads for mercy.
Gazing up at indifferent faces,
For any hint of courtesy.
Kids staring, faces wrinkled with frowns,
At his weak and pitiful form.
Offering no trace of change,
Like the sky no rainbows after a storm.
Eyes blurry, vision clouded,
Physically and psychologically breaking.
His energy sapped, he drifts unconscious,
With no immediately intentions of waking.
His doll falls by his side,
Like the waves by the shore.
His body lays limp, overlooking the beach,
Oblivious to a young girl's calls.
He awakes with a shout,
His famine returning with a pang.
His first view is of a girl,
Whom he declares to be quite strange.
Yet, little does he know,
Of the secrets, she will hold,
And the dreams of Kamio Misuzu,
He would readily be told.
Resigned to his fate,
He becomes her dear, dear friend.
And in this town, his eternal journey,
Would eventually come to an end.
The End