hetrogeneous thoughts

Perpetual Renaissance, and the variations of an evolving reality

I am in a trance, watching this incomplete totality....



Nothing is absolute.... I say this absolutely

but my own words I refute, and I do so resolutely....



The only thing I know is that I really don't

The only thing I will do is what I know I won't

The only thing I can do is what I know I can't

The only thing I refuse is what I must recant

Yet I am trapped by things I can't supplant, and that is just part of life's dance

I collect my thoughts merely by chance