A.A. Mills, Man Strolling in a Wooded Landscape (c. 1850)
Man Strolling in a Wooded Landscape, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Life as in Death is forev’r waiting to see,
Nev’r really knowing what is to be.
Stopping to think is this really me,
Will there ev’r be an answer to my plea?
Am I living a dream within a dream?
Being honestly knowing what things seem?
Staring, wondering, is my life beseem,
Is it possible my soul to redeem?
Were I a mere ant scurrying onward,
Never able to speak a single word,
My inner most thoughts never to be heard,
Would I some sort of penalty incurred?
Shall my worth be measured by word or deed?
If deed, from this body I must be freed.