What came after before the laughter,
before the laughter came?
a conundrum
a game I like to play, to while away the
hours of each day.

The answer hides
some place deep inside where
the tear drops give a display,
deep in the well
where the heartbreaks dwell and
the night never turns into day.

In the dark and damp a lonely *****,
I see that the lonely *****
could be me.
But it's a game, a game
before the laughter came and
after that I have tea.