speculate

motivations mystify
                i hardly know my own
  i dare not speculate
                             on what cogs spin
       and set in motion
                           the minds of others
        tis easy to guess
  impossible to know
   
a parlor game
set by Sartre
     to whittle away the void
               waiting for Beckett's Godot


          while over in the corner armchair
              de Beauvoir smiles just so