Irrlicht

Weedy William wants to know
How what is good misleads us so.
Wandering lights, gone out to play
Beckon towards another day.

When I asked him, he gave me
His best beady-eyed stare. "You mean,
You don't know inconsequential
Consequences? Gullible

Fool you are then, my William."
Not your William! I said. I am
A believer of another
Sort. "Explain!" was his retort.

I can't explain.  What was not
Lost is found again. The sunk cost
Of believing is the grieving
Of what was lost believing.