when morning begins with the simmerings of the night before

some body knows, but most are not sure

whether we should ask, see or just observe

or silently absorb all that they say, has no verve

i am a bit baffled, and ask like a fool

why did you do this, as if a fish will choose its school

you have succumbed to the pressures of time

not knowing whether this will last, even in the youth’s prime