I Always Marvel

I always marvel at the choices people make.

Of bodies young and elig'ble we're living in a lake,

Roiling in whorls and waves of middles half-begun

Which sometimes last, but often end, move on before they're done,

and yet the competition's hot for thin, unsubstanced ones,

Unformed and plain in form and brain, but okay, have some fun.

I always marvel at the choices that I make.

Surrounded by a thousand minds, I find the one that's fake.