I shall plough my furrow

watching others burrow.

I shall sit with unclouded brow

Observing my fellow man worry about when and how.

I shall stand aloof

While others concern themselves with the truth.

The sun shines.

My lines

run on.

The time is long since gone

For expressing anything other than amusement

Or bemusement.

Who will smile in the end

When the axe descends?