good afternoon, he said to me. why are you among the trees? why are you beneath the bushes drinking coffee? why are you dressed as such? why are you to matter much? why are you a peasant, pleading and throwing stones into the river?

why are you so downtrodden? why are you so broken down? why are you all laughing, laying there? why are you all matting down your hair? why are you obscene? why are you dreaming?

why are you so cavalier? why are you to lend your ear? why are you not listening? why are you alone and wishing? why are you disguised in paint? why are you appearing faint?

where are you?