Father Time, count me in.

As a social experiment,

I took a walk;

I didn't know where I was going.

And just like the endings

we play out in our heads,

I was alone at the showing.

And because you didn't

come get me in time,

my lamp was left barely glowing.

As your life continues

to ripen with age,

my inconsistency keeps growing.

One day I'm certain,

a moment of sure,

the next day my straight thought is bowing.

Sometimes, in moments

of freshly sung joy,

I feel as if I am worth knowing.

So as my scenery

changes this time,

I must not get caught up

where I'm going,

or the non-showing,

or the barely glowing,

or inconsistent growing,

or straightened-thought bowing,

or being worth knowing,

but simply

that life

is worth sowing.