I observe the middle
Where the light burns brightest
And the way is known
On the well-worn path
Trod by myriad feet
I observe the middle
Then choose another way
For the well-worn path
Holds few surprises
And rarely offers insights
I observe the middle
Where the light burns brightest
And the way is known
On the well-worn path
Trod by myriad feet
I observe the middle
Then choose another way
For the well-worn path
Holds few surprises
And rarely offers insights
And still
They surprise me
When it fails to surprise
I discover, soon enough
I have not been looking
Deeply enough, long enough
But I shrug
And think to myself
Life itself
Is a surprise
Which always surprises me
I suppose that says a lot
About my life