continuity and uncontinuity of things
as it may or may not, but what it is
of continuity and uncontinuity of things
I lay and see
I know mostly nothing even about me

The desire to control
unsets me free
The need to be
takes the life as it is away from me
a goal for perfection
fails until fails everything and fails me

not of beauty or uglyness
not of right or wrong
I get my notions and directions out of fear and fear scares me to keep on going endlessly to the end where I find
that surrender is the only way to be.

I fall short of the expectations of me
I refuse now even any pride or joy in what I did in deed be
for the same road is the same road and will always be

I might fall short of the expectations of me
but I never fall anywhere any far from me
life might not be anything I see
but it never ceases to be.