Off Of The Map

When I was young, so long ago
Questions filled my head
A desire to see, to feel, to know of
All the things my uncle said

For walks and conversations
We had many through the years
We hid from view and dodged relations
Ignoring the ridicule of our peers

We reveled in the hour at hand
Treasuring each like an enchanting tale
Looking at maps of distant lands
Eregion, Gondor, Mirkwood, Dale

Time, once lazy, now it races
The tale is told, it has been heard
And there are no more clean white spaces
All my questions almost answered

- Lothithil