it does not think to make the right move, merely
moving in the direction it is going,
slowly forming into what is necessary
what belongs slowly sliding in place
natural, cozy, perfect
something tells me this world is hiding something
I don't know what it is, though I try and uncover
but what I relinquish
I always am indebted for
and what I control
is always unpredictable
so i sit and wait
and try and comprehend
hoping one day
i will uncover the mystery
