A dizzy day,
Full of fumbles
Amid disconcerting fortune,
So long debated over,
Whether hope is worthwhile
Or all roads lead down
No matter how hard we try
Or how effort is directed;
Success is suspected
Based in interpretations
Of recollections
Of past experience;
So, where does one go
To find some steadiness?
Seemingly only within the flow,
Which is continuous.
How to see change
And not fear it,
Only viewing it as
A constant companion;
One always there
In the background,
Even when
We’re not peering at it.
Looking is scary
But eventually I suppose
The idea is
One gets used to it,
And then can repose
Even snooze in the chaos,
The endless stream
Of the restless river.
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