Gaia The Elf

In a lonely boudoir
On the other side of town
Off a dark desert highway
With no room to frown
Lived an elf
She wandered
And oft wondered
About the meaning of life
Forty-two for her
Wasn't the answer
An answer she could never quite clarify
But still
She asked the questions
Yet until now
Had never found the answer
So she took to drinking mead
And occasionally smoking stuff
And cogitating
The ways of life
And the unpredictability
Of time, and space
Oft looking into her mirror
And seeing her face
Wrought with confusion
As she couldn't understand
A single solitary thing
After a life of questions
She could rarely find the answer
So she drifted further
And in her swansong years
This caused her much discombobulation
She moved into a hotel
Somewhere in California
And was never heard of again
But legend has it
That she found a strange kind of peace
In finding a false Utopia
And that she may of, at last
Of found happiness
Whether, or not this bares any truth
To her reality
No-one ever knew
Yet perhaps, or perchance
Maybe
Just maybe
She found a place
In an unpredictable world
Of chaos
In denial
Of her own despair
And maybe, just maybe
She wasn't really there
Or maybe
She was everywhere
Nestled peacefully
Within our hearts

by Jemia