Musing by the lake

Musing by the lake, in quiet contemplation
Of stagnant water
And of floating waste

I listen, I hear, I comply
What is there to see?
And I'm tired

I hear beating drums; I'm not in step
This is how it's done, they insist
This how it's done

I listen, I hear, I comply
But I can't see
And I'm tired

I hear bleating souls; they make no sense
Do this, wear this, eat this, they insist
See this, read this, be this

I listen, I hear, I comply
I still don't see
And I'm tired

I hear fleeting whispers; about me
You're not with us, they insinuate
You're with them

I listen, I hear, I comply
I won't see
And I'm tired

I hear my beating heart; listen to me, it says
No one has to know, it says
No one has to care

I listen, I hear, I comply
I see
And I'm refreshed


~Banti Singh, Cowley, London, 01 June 2012