An ode to Class X-D

I cross a bridge
in hope of solace
but as my ineluctable destiny
designs adversity,
a question lingers.

I seek to resist
the appalling change
but the pain is inevitable.
So in the midst of my flight
a question lingers.

I hum a bemused tune,
mystified by time.
And as the ruins of my
previous self pass me by,
a question lingers.

I see a ray of hope
cause it wasn’t long back
that I knew solitude.
Not yet vanquished,
unrequited, that question lingers.