Exhaustion

Cheshire Cat (CC) : Wherefore art thou, friend?

The Wounded Dragon (WD) : You know this journey's about to end.

CC: Only to begin, again, come, finish what you started -

WD : 'tis been too long since we parted-

CC: for we need you not for your strength

WD : you've found us our own, in this short length-

CC: we need you for we need an ear

WD : the hope, the laughter, the good cheer-

CC: we're not lost, nor lacking direction

WD: yet this journey of heart, not to be done without introspection

CC: we can hear you song still

WD : and you're the only one to fit the bill

CC: so wherefore art thou, friend?

WD: you were supposed to go along 'til the end...

A Twist in the Tail

The Wounded Dragon (WD) : Where's he now?

The Cheshire Cat (CC) : Must've gone off cycling again, where else?

WD: No, it's been too long for that. Maybe we should go look.

CC: Eh, you worry too much. You know he keeps getting lost anyway.

WD: And we are deep in the woods, you idiot. It's not the nicest place to get lost at.

CC: You heard his song, he's happy when he's lost.

WD: He's happy under most situations anyway. He's not used to being worried about himself but maybe we should be!

CC: All right, all right. Looking for him would be easier than hearing your ranting anyway.

WD: Fine, he's the one good at listening to rants. We'll find him and crib away.

CC: Which way did he go, now?

WD: Towards the river.

The Silent Observer/Cyclist's Introspection

I am the trees, the breeze, completely at ease.

I am the symphony of autumn leaves.

I'm the town's toast, a ghost-

I'm the one you miss the most.

I'm eco-friendly and free of cost;

I'm happy when I'm lost.

I'm the knowledge of ignorance;

I'm the maturity of innocence.

I see minds fight and souls atrophy

Daydreams sometimes have the best philosophy

I have a date with time at half-past-eternity-

And I'll get there if you'd just walk with me.

A Verbal Duel

The Wounded Dragon (WD) : There was never anyone better than me. Anywhere I went. It always felt like I was surrounded by immature fools.

Cheshire Cat (CC) : Look who's talking. I've never met anyone more childish than you. But then , I too, felt that I was the best amongst my lot.

WD : And being on top gets to be boring, does it not ? If there's no one to fight you start fighting yourself.... destroying yourself, and everything you were good at.

CC : Fighting yourself, yes. But that leads to being better.

WD : Ah, you call this being better? Sure, you've perfected your art and are probably the best one around for the job. But look what it has made you. Cynical and selfish, never acknowledging the lesser mortals.

CC : And what has it made you? An empty shell of what you used to be, the waste of all the talent you had, just because you didn't have competitors or admirers. I needed neither. And I'm not as cold as I seem , you know. There are things and beings I care deeply for.

WD : You've only unlearned how to show it or what to do with a pure emotion .

CC : Emotions are distracting.

WD : So you'd say. I'm not as incompetent as you think me to be, either. Just disgusted by the indifference the world has for original thought.

CC : And here we are, both brilliant, both lost.

WD : So we are, so we are.

Tralalalala.......

Cyclist (C) : The World keeps turning,

My wheels keep churnin'

Cheshire Cat (CC): For an New World for this old soul,

For a new life, with or without control-

Wounded Dragon(WD) : For a journey without wings-

One for the road, and whatever it brings!

CC: Broken wings require steel welding

And the roads require constant rebuilding

C: The cycle requires no road at all-

We'll scale every mountain, however tall!

WD: Keep a few spare tyres and take me along,

Maybe it's the road where I belong-

CC: The road takes everyone in it's stride,

Go on and explore the great outside!

C: Two friends have I, rather unique

We pass by so many worlds as we speak-

WD: And worlds we create, in our songs-

Come explore a world inside, carry on, carry on...

The Wounded Dragon

Fear not my flames- once you too had a fire in the belly
Whatever we've grown to be, weren't we all children, originally?
I cannot be who you want me to be- for I was born to be a King
You know not who I am , but do you hear me complaining?
Sorry for the burns I gave you in playful jest-
No apologies for the ones I gave to make a conquest.
Sometimes my wings fail to carry me, and sometimes they soar.
Every gust of wind opens another door.
There are parts of me strewn along this path
What you face now, is the aftermath.
Pleasant, eccentric, genius, weird - I've been called all sort of things
But who would you be, with a burning soul and fragile wings?

Tyre Puncher Shope

Cyclist(C) : Wha.. Where am I?
Cheshire Cat (CC): You crashed your cycle and got knocked out. Are you ok?
C: Oh, you are real then. I thought I was dreaming.
CC: Maybe you were. Were you asking for directions?
C: How'd you know?
CC: Everyone asks for directions, not knowing where they want to go.
C: Well, did you want to be here?
CC: Absolutely.
C: You seem like you've been here very long. Come with me.
CC: But I already know all the paths.
C: You once knew all the paths. Who knows what may've changed?
CC: The world changes very little, my friend.
C: How can you say that when you haven't been there to see it changing?
CC: All right I'll come with you. Where are we going?
C: Oh, to follow some paths and to make some new.
CC: In circles, then.
C: You wouldn't let me do that.
CC: As long as I'm not the one pedalling....

Afternoon Siesta

Cyclist (C): Ah sleep, the doorway to dreams!
Cheshire Cat(CC): And your dreams are mine.
C: Why am I dreaming of a smug cat who knows eveything?
CC: Oh, not everything. Just a lot more than you do.
C: But why?
CC: Because you are lost.
C: I am never lost. It's impossible to be lost when you have no destination.
CC: Maybe you are in the want of a destination, then.
C: You're here to tell me my destination?
CC: Why would I do such a thing?
C: You tell me?
CC : Tell you what? It's your dream, you idiot!