A glimmer of a thought,
She thinks, she ponders
Of the meaning of life
And of what is to be.
And why it was and
How it is now.
Why is it now?

Who am I to be?
Can I feel actions through thoughts?
Thoughts through deed?
There lay the seed.
But not today, not today,
Too weary for thought today.
Maybe tomorrow.

Tomorrow is today, but not today
Too busy for thought today
Certainly tomorrow

So the blanket falls.
And try as she might,
She cannot remember the questions...
Was it
Who am I? What am I?
Or was it
Who am I to love?
What am I to wear?
And there ends her tale.
The End.

Tomorrow falls for tomorrow
Today is never a time
Hair, clothes,
She said,
He said,
Love found and lost.
They all said.
No, today is never a time.

The question lies unasked
Ascends from thoughts so noble
This one had potential, this one had a chance
But the question,
Flies unasked
Dries unasked
Dies unasked.