Secret of

I really thought I'd feel a jolt
Of joy or lust or greed.
and cast my dice and follow
some legacy or a creed.

So I tried to uphold logic
And entertained some fools
In both I found the other
No foothold and no tools

I let the days wash over
Lending character when deemed
I fashioned representation
on ugly shadows, now unseen

Yet it still pools within me
I replenish blood with tears
Shot, with fickle rasping’s
Ringing solemnly on deaf ears

And still I carry forward
Chained to time & luck & fate
Clinging to particulars
Like shoe & door & late

When it all stops spinning
When body synchs with mind
When purpose charters progress
When all need becomes blind

I will be long forgotten
Trying hard to fill a void
And space and time rejoicing
Where once they were annoyed

For surely this ink setting
Is fodder for a flame
& spending time rehearsing
Over purpose is quite lame

‘Cause I’ve been given greater
Than purpose, fate or being
I’ve seen an immortal
And you know she shares my genes

See my path matters little
Unless it means a lot
Too one who doesn’t care about
Nietzsche, Milne or Locke

What drives her ever forward
Through grazed knees and stubbed toes?
I could never reveal
For all the world to know

And neither would I want to
I’m selfish, greedy, unkind
Yet with her in my life I know
That my heart is now my mind.