Fears don't need to be decisions
Sadness doesn't need to be a fact
Anger shouldn't be an action
Shame doesn't have to be a self image
These are just feelings
They are not definitions
Of your being

oh, with witty words
you tell the tales of
trees and birds,
comparing them with human beings

And, how so blithe
one may be, charmed
or harmed,
speak the inspirations of heaven's grace

with obvious skill, among
the wisest to ever wield
a word,
can I ask of you, one question?

If you have all the answers,
Sir, poet of noble appeal,
why do you cloak
all the answers in riddles?