What then this?

. . .when times were bold
and all was new,
and thoughts of future things
were lost in a trice,
in a world of many pigments,
nor would it have mattered
if t'were known
that all of life
was just one splice
in a line of many segments
and now the thoughts that stole my mind
are harmless to my touch
like a cat
considers mice,
so where then is the message
of existence hidden inside
of all those things that had a price.. .

2008