It is I who am taught,

It is I who am told,

It is I with no places to go,

But has infinite places to be.

 

I am always here,

Floating through your mind

Whispered from ear to ear

Though I may be difficult to find.

 

You may hear me chime,

And yet you do not see

That it is mine who’s limited time

Will soon be deceased.

 

So go on being callow

Deep in your life of shallows

While I remain hollow,

Screaming and crying turning into wallows.