I seem to be having a nagging suspicioun And that is that I am doomed. Oh sure, my life will continue I suppose But not in any capacity that interests me.
How unfortunate. I've probably said that before. I'm going down this path Which seems to be a circle And I can admit that I lack Whatever untangibility required to leave.
"Hey! I recognize you!" I might say "You're that rock that I tripped over last time." So I stare at it as I approach. I know it is there, plain as day All I have to do is avoid it But it is on my narrow black line So I trip, I stumble.
If by chance I fell I might not get up Or, perhaps, I'd fall off the path. What would that be like?
I don't fall though. I regain my composure eventually Back on both feet and walking.
I have the knowledge though. I know that in the future I will meet the rock once more I just hope hot that information is not useless That I may next time fall.
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