There is something amiss,

Even though it’s all fine.

An unknown perturbation

Occupying a corner of mind.


I don’t intend to,

But think I must do;

In such thoughts so lost

In this night of the noon.


There are a lot to speak with,

Only a few to talk;

And of them who do,

Hardly lead to some resolve.


With each new revelation,

Intricacy multiplies,

And it’s harder to tell

What on the next step lies.


I don’t know if I’m right

And doubt that I’m wrong.

Surely there’s a need

Of someone to stay along.