UNCERTAIN

I am asked to answer the conundrum riddle of time

When grey hair hid under fog of fear

I am speechless in the mist of vociferous

Hearing conflicting voices of soprano and baritones

Ye peddlers of glittering idioms

Unveil your uncircumcised truth in your parables

To naked ears

For it’s begging for hearing

Unfold your tongues ye seers

For its worthiness decays with time

I am all ears

I need no interpreter

Preach ye teachers of divine

For thee is the hour

Don’t let me go astray

Before you rained flood of sacrificial prayers on my motionless decay

YES! They wrestle with confusion when I laughed under cold waters

And wizened when I glibly breathe comfortably in smoke

Behold, this is the naked truth