Here cometh the sentient being,
Heard his mouth say how you been?
I looked him straight in the eye,
He figured the reason why!
Told me a thousand tales of science,
But the details were so concise,
You could figure out his reason…
Every time he paused at season
Strange man was the sentient,
Looking around in fear and disgust
Sure to find someone staring
At the very thought of caring!
I asked him, what is your opinion?
On life and its pinion!
He smiled, for the first time and said
Figure it out, it’s not a test!
Then I asked what about love?
He said looking a little cove!
I won’t be able to explain
Why the emotion is so insane!
That is the nature of its face,
To be a reason in the race
That even if you participate
You are happy for the same!
Let alone the feeling be
Making you feel so complete
But, remember not to restrain
After you have known disdain.
That’s the secret that’s it,
Nothing can compare to it,
Allow yourself to innit
Like a web that’s been knit!
Then I asked, what so of work?
His face wore a mischievous smirk
What you have you cannot feel?
If you ignore the perils of meal!
And, pray also do your spake
On how to maintain the motivate?
It’s yours to figure he said in vain
No one will teach you that game!
Then I asked what is this fame?
It’s a little light shining insane
Like a bow and arrow show
Applause only on striking the foe!
And about that which makes
Us go around, the bush
The mind of man, is such a pain
It stalls and calls for hourly slain!
He smirked, this time in disfigure
And managed to look up above
Moved his lips, in curses unheard
And smacked the ground and the gird!
Still in anger he murmured,
I was not so shocked too, I figured
You will, you shall, you might, you ought…
To undo the things you do to thought!
It’s effortful and smother some…
But, still is better than all the humdrum!
