"Antic is the soul, lavishly,

Pirouette, words, thoughts, frantically.

Revel in grief, one does not,

Ill will is never an afterthought.

Loss of pride should not feed ire,

For inner nature is indeed childlike.

Obliviousness is to be employed,

Obliviousness is none but a toy.

Love and care are the surface,

'Cause beneath hides another purpose.

Signed and question mark."