From The Deep, Dark Lagoon Poem by Sandra Feldman

Trying to figure
Out
What makes some people
Tic,
Even though they're
Not clocks that
You can wind up
And fix.

A loss of time
No doubt!
We are all
Mysterious creatures
From some deep, dark,
Lagoon
Contemplating, howling
Wishing for the moon,
Never satisfied nor
Happy.

Pity!
For life passes by
So quickly
And is gone
So soon.

Little transparency,
In our opaque, journey
Why are we here?
And where do we come from?
We certainly destabilize
Everything,
Putting Right to one side,
But following, what is Wrong.