Floccinoccinihilipilification

She was working... It was such a pleasure to see her She was kneading the bread, with such an ease To make the dough pliant and smooth with her hand Not a hard task at all, if you are experienced enough. Experience, where it all makes the difference of existence Are you adapting enough? Each day, every day, right this moment? I spoke out and kept on wandering about the mask of the present. He was uttering some words Softer, gentle, nothing definite, nothing to worry about He was speaking to her, and both of them seemed happy. I would capture the moment on a golden frame if I could But I kept on waiting, outside the door, I was feeling numb inside As I saw the old couple in silent tears, unaware of my presence. Experience, where it all makes the difference of existence Are you adapting enough? Each day, every day, right this moment? I spoke out and kept on wandering about the mask of the present.