Drops of Dew

Ennui

  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...