Curled and questioning life
In simple vowels
That really mean nothing at all.
Playing with the minds of little children
Ever the pondering minstrel
Dreams go unfulfilled
However pensive he appears
Regardless of (exhale) what seems to be
It is not so
For if you experience one or the other you are destined to change
And what was once unusual becomes free
Vanishing into the sky.
And the child stays with the
Never ending decisions of youth
Sitting in an ambrosial garden.