NOT YET
I am out for nothing, you may think.
My actions are ill reasoned and ill thought.
My aimless life is hurtling to the brink
Of nothingness. Believe me, It is not.
I am out for, not yet, thought of schemes
Like how to carry water in a sieve,
Like how to tap the elfin sap of dreams,
Like how to learn to laugh, unlearn to grieve.
But if you find it hard to so believe
The choice is yours, I for one,
Would even say so much as by your leave
That you may let me think, it can be done.
For you are welcome to your own belief,
But leave me to my fun or to my grief.
