I Know Not Which Way I Go

The Seeker

Why?

Wait for a word from long-necks

Whose words are tigers

And really don't care at all?

I am a garden hoe

Making flowers look pretty

But dwell in a garden shed

Dark, cold

Top of some totem pole

at least above the man below

Me?

Who?

Stab my heart now

I think I've come to love a world

In which I haven't the slightest clue

Of where I am

And where I misplaced myself

All on the wim of mad men

Dressed in a nice top hat

But who would befriend such fellows?

Why me? []