Golden fibers
Love is about leading
Uplifting
But sometimes that feels like
Duty lies behind the ball
Start to recognize cycles
And I go back to those Nara drawings
"How many times?"
Literally, the fog, my disposition
(I been sour lately),
And a key that fits perfect, but won't turn
As if I'm missing a pin
I time the ends but I get tired of angling for the long game
Light flickers brighter
I wonder how much of this is trained
And if I'm breaking the right rules
in the name of what's already been undone