I am thrown off my centre,
and moving forward with no control,
so I don’t know where I am no more,
don’t know what I should be in a
world with no certainty and where
change is a faceless enemy to me.
For this world is fragmented and
scattered across place and time, and
who knows what will be and what
shall come when all is a spinning top
that will stop where it will in the
grand illusion that good things will
happen, and what will be, will be.
And so I look again for this centre
that is tossed in the fray of living a
life fit for others to judge and for
display in front of those who think
they know what I have become.