I have no guts to explain,
nor audacity to remain
as elusive as sunlight
in a world of rain.
I am bound by something,
inevitably surprising
all I know is an upcoming
unforeseeable beginning.
I am in no haste,
but I am cautiously swift
to regain sanity,
to control my wit.
In time I will know,
in time you will see.
For now I keep mum,
let the world speculate on me.