The stuff of life to
knit me,
blew hither,
here am
I

Georgie porgie,
pudding, pie
kissed the girl
didn't make her cry

He scrawled an
enormous note
of
interrogation

Asking, Searching, Seeking
for
the answer to
himself

What are you
questioning
love,
why
the world refuses to
answer.

What are you
trying to prove
dear
heart?

I shall probably
want to
live.