If on some whim or with feigned interest they ask,
tell them only that I had forgotten how best to live,
that I had dared to look behind life’s carnival mask
and thought it’s bland face had little more to give.
Yet foolish was I to feel discontent at such a sight
as I knew not it was within me where lay the lack
and that life will only respond when presented first
with my own broad smile, then will he smile back
and I will be again consumed by vivacious thirst.