Forgot

"Where am I?
What did I say?
Who am I?"
Said the masks where they lay.
A lonely monk turned the clock again,
As the outside continued in rain.

"See the butterflies?
And the moths that draw close to the flame?
See how they make no sound
And live without hate."
The monk is tired.
The monk is late.
The monk naps for tomorrow,
When he repeats today.

The mask's discomfort rises,
But they wait,
And they wait...
And continue,
Continue goes the rain.

ISA