"He Found Himself"

He found himself,
between the hair and the violence
between the water and the dirt.
Ralph dislikes flicking his tangled
long hair.
He began to trot

He needed to thing,
Ralph smiled jeeringly
then turned and walked back
He walked faster
then began to trot

Ralph fell into the strange mood
of speculation
What was a face?
What was anything?
Ralph had to think,
to be wise.

He found himself
in the occasion that you
have to grab a decision.
Time was passing
He wished to listen, not speak
but listen.

We need an assembly
with no mistakes
no chasing imagenary
no fun
but business

He was searching
his mind,
not for fun
not for laughing
not for falling of a log.
What was anything?

He found himself
point by point
scared.
He started walking faster
then began to trot.