Told was he it was a little too early to tell, Each day would grow to one a month, Then another to much his swelling time, "Stay until we say it's time to go", they say; He'll leave and come back again, Each day of work so ardent and true, But then he spots a dragonfly on the way, He sees it flying round, the buzzing heard, Well, it was a beautiful buzz, like weed; Well, it's not exactly weed, but still a buzz. "Why do I persist in work but survive?" So passion flies as easy and free as wings, Breathe yet but more the air than passion sings, I give my life for one I had no life in me to begin, Then I ought to say that this I am fraught to win, But, in truth, the prize was never mine. For I alone was only fighting for second place, Then I chose the next job whereof I sign, But still, I yearn for something I ought to face; So bequeath me a challenge I struggle overcome, That I may see my life as it ought to be true, When the dragonfly sees a rock, fly over; With me I drill through. No, you go first. That was how it was until we saw the fly, Now I am two of my sires as one whole I am, This is the story I ought to read aloud, Except they're wondering, except I once was.