There’s no right way to test this, and I keep acting as if there’s a rulebook I haven’t discovered yet as I search every corner of myself for instructions that were simply never written for me alone,
There is no correct way to test this, and I keep acting like there's a rulebook I haven't discovered yet as the searching has cost me more hours than the actual trying ever would have accepted the test itself,
There is no correct way to test this, and I keep acting like there's a rulebook I haven't discovered yet as if someone else's method could ever fit a shape only I am carrying,
What would I attempt today if I finally believed no one was grading this against an imaginary standard,
There’s no right way to test this, and I keep acting as if there’s a rulebook I haven’t discovered yet as I’m leaving the search behind tonight and stepping into the experiment without needing to know how it ends…
I keep needing to know which road is the dead end before I'm willing to walk down either one, standing at the fork in the road asking the silence to tell me something it was never going to say,
I keep needing to know which road is the dead end before I'm willing to walk down either one, and I have stood at that same fork in the road long enough to grow old at the crossing,
I keep needing to know which road is the dead end before I'm willing to walk down either one, when the only real way to know either road was ever going to be by walking along it,
What would I truly fear discovering if I simply chose one path and embarked on the journey that fate has predetermined for me,
I keep needing to know which road is the dead end before I'm willing to walk down either one, and I am choosing a direction tonight even if it’s uncertain, and already moving anyway…
There is a version of this that only appears by chance and I keep refusing to make room for it, I fill every hour so tightly that nothing unplanned could ever find a place to settle,
There is a version of this that only appears by chance and I keep refusing to make room for it, and I have missed more than one gift because I was too busy following my life’s path itinerary,
There is a version of this that only appears by chance and I keep refusing to make room for it, and my need for control has quietly become the thing standing in the way,
What might happen if I actually left one hour today without asking it to produce anything, accomplish anything, or prove that it was well spent,
There is a version of this that only appears by chance and I keep refusing to make room for it, so tonight I am stepping back and allowing whatever wants to emerge to find its own way toward me…
I keep steering this toward the ending I already decided on instead of letting it choose its own direction, gripping the wheel so hard that my hands is aching by the time I finally arrive,
I keep steering this toward the ending I already decided on instead of letting it choose its own direction, and I have missed turns that were quietly trying to show me something better that I’m not always ready,
I keep steering this toward the ending I already decided on instead of letting it choose its own direction, and the arriving never actually feels the way I promised myself it would,
What would happen if I loosened my grip on the wheel, and gave the road enough freedom to surprise the person who thought she already knew where she was going,
I keep steering this toward the ending I already decided on instead of letting it choose its own direction, until I understand that sometimes the ending I planned is only the one I could see before I gave the road permission to surprise me…
Watchwords:
No correct way to test this,
Which road is the dead end,
A version that only shows up by accident,
Steering toward the ending I already decided,
Letting go of the wheel tonight,
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..
As and will always be reminding you to dream: