Words what may

To what do I come have to say,

I do what I think must be right

When I try to work at my play

That runs through my mind day by day.

Uneven the ground on which we fight

To what can I come have to say?

I try as I might to fulfill my stay

To find meaning in this plight

As those around work at their play

That never works out as they may.

But there are those you fight in spite

of what I do come have to say.

It’s all I have to not slip and stray,

Unable to distil woes that might

Perhaps end the work of my play

That set adrift and onward dismay,

Aimless bound, but behold the light

I may, as to what do I come have to say,

Tomorrow again I’ll try to work at the work that is my play.