I count my life in seconds past

In meeting minutes, hours of glass

Days of quiet watching, thought bubble clouds

Blow through the years, wond'ring aloud

Needle matches spark my fires

Dissenting voices from steeple spires

Ring out across the woody hills

As brief as mad March daffodils

Asking "Why am I here?"

Answering "Why am I anywhere?"

Orbiting construct of Jung and Freud

Psycho dreaming asteroid

Faced with big questions, toss and turn

Unfit to frolic, unconcerned

Asking "Why am I here?"

Answering "Why am I anywhere?"

Orbiting construct of Jung and Freud

Psycho dreaming asteroid

Ruminant pleasures, write them down

Harsh adjective, improper noun

We consider each every day

I’ll change my viewpoint, shift and sway

No head in pickle, soup, or stew

Sit on the fence, enjoy the view

Needle matches spark my fires

Dissenting voices from steeple spires

Ring out across the woody hills

As brief as mad March daffodils

Dead gone, detached from your reality

Pray, think of me kindly anyway

In wee hours you peer midst the gath'ring gloom

My ghostly whisper, "Cogito, ergo sum"