11 February 2013
I rush about from place to place To find somewhere to hide Screaming my soul's displeasure To those whom I pass by.
And sometimes I am romping Racing from pure joy Chattering like a maniac (Or every girl and boy.)
As the days get hotter I'll flop down for a rest And not a breath will stir me Not prayers, not heat, not pests.
But a different kind of stillness Is the one where I sit --wait! Filled with fearful energy For the summer storm, the bait.
Do I fear or love it? This crazy life of mine Is it fear or sweet pleasure That sets my screams in line?
But still, when morning rises I've never been asleep Stopping only here or there -- Brief respites on the sea...
Who Am I? (A Riddle) • Opuss № I