What is One to Do?

by: S. Cone (my son)

Crazy.........Wild.........Out of control

As it breathes endlessly, what is one to do?

Enlightening us....we....I......

Trying to find the way, black mist eludes us.

For we have no life, but yet we stand here.

How?

The time still ticks on .....

For what is one to do.....