I look at the twenty-fifth letter of the Alphabet
And ask the question: why?
I look at the busy market square
Trying to find Waldo
And the question is: where?
I look at the glass filling up
And the question is: when?
I look at the physician
And the question is: who?
I look at the power output level indicator
And the question is: what?
I look at myself
And the question is: where is the sallow youth of fifteen?