How can one sit still to simply ponder
And not be lost in thought on the wave of leisureless study
How is one to cease all mental jogging
And prevent themselves from asking "the question."
Aye, a man may walk with a crowd alone
To not know a voice among all the familiar faces.
To never have an object to orient with
Except a ring and a cross.
True love? What about it?
Your guess is as good as mine.
What? You wish to know about it?
Well you're asking the wrong person than.
No, my heart is crackless.
But also a tid bit too polished, after all the bludgeoning and such.
How's yours? You keep it in good shape?
Oh, that is a shattered piece. You should get that looked at.
Me? All I can do is help you carry the chunks here and there.
Hope we can find the it's Maker so He'll know which goes where.
Oh, He'll be more than willing.
Glue it back with his own humors.
Yeah, I hope so too.
And no, I don't know who'll get my ring yet. But I'm keeping the cross.