not yet a figment

what counts is that which we most need to find
the monster hidden behind chamber door
or else the rat cowering on cellar floor

orders are given and then left behind
we have a million thoughts to keep in store
what counts is that which we most need to find

at times we think that we are truly blind
each one forgets just who is keeping score
the anger seeps out of each human pore
what counts is that which we most need to find