Expedition: Traversing the Rutted Road

Now, if only
I could ascertain
What I need to do
To arouse and maintain
Stillness and stability,

What would happen then?
What would be the next step?
Or would there be one?
Would that just be the end?

Or would there be
Some other end
That would arise eventually,
Upon the attainment of such-and-such?

Sometimes, I think
I would really rather
Stay home
And write poetry

But if I did that
Would I truly do that?
Or is it this situation
This unhappy circumstance

Itself a product of
Other conditions,
That keeps the fingers
Rolling over the keys?

It’s a recurring theme,
I know,
One which
Will one day be replaced,

But by what, I wonder,
What conditions would erupt next,
If I ever had the opportunity
To follow this or that dream?