What It Is

One must wonder
As one wanders
All asunder
Amidst the thunder
And the pouring rain.
Lightning flashes
Temples to ashes
Out he lashes
Away he dashes
Into the crowded street.
Where can he go
He does not know
Of if it's so
That he can throw
Himself into this work.
What's it about?
Is there no doubt?
Those that just pout
Will always tout
What is had for only a short time.
Where can it be?
Why can't you see
That it is we
Who must agree
On what it's all about.