Hither and Thither

 

Animals live by instinct

Have I become the same?

Do I react and respond

as a spider´s web in a breeze?

Am I incapable of coherent thought

but a play thing of no discernible purpose?

Winds blow and piles of dried leaves mount

Am I a leaf cast about by

a capricious whisper of air?

Do I even care to think?

the consequences are not mine

Is spontaneity within my grasp

or the victim of shock am I ?

Am I serving a diety as an angel or messenger

and to what purpose?

or am I a small instrument

in a large orchestra,,,,out of tune?

Significant or insignificant?

that is the question

for which I must find the answer