NONE CAN BLAME - Tennyson, Yoda and I

Ours is not to question why

for none can blame a seed

that in the hour of need

Springs flowers of doubt

without second thought

Ours is not to sit and sigh

for none can blame a thought

that once born, tears away

speeding faster than an arrow

disappearing into shadow

Do or do not , there is no try

for none can blame a shadow

that chooses filtered light

Unseen remaining hidden

Vanishing into reflection

Ours is but to do and die

for none can blame a reflection

for looking the other way

exposing the frailty

of upside down reality