Ode

I'm so cold and all alone, doomed by fate to be stuck here forever, never can I seek shelter or reach out to another, there's no point in going on, but what choice do I have? Unless you knock me down I won't be going anywhere. Why have I even been created, my existence is meaningless, there's nothing special about me. I don't understand why you pay me so much attention, like so many other passersby I have caught your gaze, but why, I'm so boring stuck here in this horrible way, which for some reason you seem to find intriguing, I cant amuse you, you understand this don't you, all I can do is be stuck here feeling sorry for myself, so why don't you go on your merry way and leave me here to.. well.. to do nothing.

Such is the life of an icicle.