What are we doing?  

It’s what I hear  

The voice in my head  

Or from my own lips  

Who controls them instead? 
 

What are we doing?  

It’s the first thing I think  

In the early hour  

As I switch on the light  

To look in the mirror.  
 

What are we doing?  

It’s the query in mind  

After a few lines of text  

As I stop to wonder  

What shall I write next? 
 

What are we doing?  

It’s a bold allegation  

At the moment I’m idle  

Of time ill wasted  

And the guilt does sidle.  
 

What are we doing?  

For years on now  

The question’s been posed,  

For years I’ve wondered  

Who wants to know? 
 

What are we doing?  

It’s ever been posed  

Only to me  

I am but one  

So, who are we?  
 

What are we doing?  

In a cavernous quiet  

It’s an abrupt echo heard,  

When no one around  

Speaks naught a word  
 

What are we doing?  

When distraction goes silent  

And rest is nigh  

I hear it still  

In the calm by in by.  
 

What are we doing?  

The Spirit calls out  

To me in my dreams  

The Owl rests on sill  

After soaring on wings  
 

What are we doing?  

The old woman’s face  

In a pale light glows  

Through the lips of a child  

She speaks what she knows  
 

What are we doing?  

I hear her voice  

This she calls to me  

Does she encourage progress  

Or drive absurdity?