There are laws which we found
yet we say they were made
and of the cares which we lost
we insist they are safe

To question the world
is all well and good
as long as we do as we ought to
and think as we should

One’s Self is an odd thing
so often defined
as an eternal heart,
or a soul, or a mind

Though very rarely, I think
do we seem to find
that One’s Self is a child
and all the things the child left behind.