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.