Drops of Dew
I am ennui, nothing else to do,
I am ennui, words these I say to you,
I am a writer's block, I am a lone rock,
I am the gap when two storms come by,
I am the tide that's low, before the tide that's high.
A day passed, life wasted away,
with seldom to do, less to say,
Pairs of legs walking in the green,
ambling away, in world's dreary sheen,
What I don't get is how I am, better or worse than busy men?
What's so up and new in man, then a roadside dog, a peevish hen?
Ennui, shared by all equal,
man or horse or a bison and his hull.
Work, too in fact, shared by all,
as bad for man, why all the haul?
And a lack of knowledge,
pervading all earth,
all zombie spirits, walking in a dream out of reason...