when is becomes ought
i am unable to decide
was this the fate
that i had really sought
no matter, what arguments we use
the dreams are not sold
and the promises are not bought
we pursue our missions
uncaringly about the stops on the way
who bothers
whther few birds do not keep the sway
the silence is sufficient
to suggest that we are right
or else, the loud voice would have erased
no matter what we write