Who am I
to wonder at earth and sky
from such a small, useless spot?
I’ve got bigger fish to fry.
It seems odd,
to ponder fate, time and god,
to waste time at such a game.
All the same, my plan’s not flawed.
Honestly.
What other way could life be?
There’s so much of it to do,
and when it’s through, we are free.
Who can tell
what harm’s done to sit a spell,
and just watch the setting sun?
When it’s done, the day ends well.
19 Jun 2025
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