gonzo

I don't really know what I'm doing
I'm always fumbling for the keys
To doors unlocked and open wide
It's some internal anxiety and struggle
When I'm simply on the other side
And there really is no divide

So I calculate and rationalize
This polarized state to neutrality
To take a step in any direction
Hope that I do no harm
Realize there is no state of perfection
And that treading is self protection

From hurt and pain
From ecstasy and joy
From profit and gain
The prize or decoy

That maybe the mistakes and losses allow more avenues than the wins?

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Time is still the infinite jest.