What We Do.

What we do, we do completely.
Beyond sense or reason.
What we do, we do well.

We're late. We've arrived on time, but we're late―
too late for anything approaching a decent lunch,
too late for dinner at all.

We wait. We're on time, but we're late and we're late because we wait.

We move. Slowly, but we move. From place to place―
always too late, always we wait.

But what do we do? What we do is we walk away.
We know when to walk away.

And when we walk away, we're gone.
Like the sun and anything resembling night.