What should I do
If the time is over?
What should I say
If nothing’s to lose?
What should I feel
If there’s nothing but sorrow?
In what should I trust
If the false is the truth.
Bearing in mind
The Earth Mother’s endless,
Believing that meaning
At least exists,
Looking for something
That’ll change everydayness,
I fall on the heap
Of the coloured leaves.
September 2005