A maize maze of my own making,
I spend my days trying to decide
what my next day will be spent doing.
Turn the corner,
it’s another year of wandering. Turn
the next corner, and it’s a shrug.
We just don’t know, Nobody
knows. Where does the world fit now?
Yes, we see you, they say, while
mispronouncing my every feature.
There was a time I thought I knew.
At 20, I had all the answers. The universe
was an easy series of yes/no, and complicated
issues were reduced to a monochromatic
paint by number. In the words of Jonah:
Now, I’m just deciding the best
line of fit. Not for prestige. I just want
to do good work.
A finger typing, a mouth speaking,
a lesson learned and teaching. That’s okay.
In the words of the 90s prophet:
We do what we do like we know
what we’re doing.