they will see us wavering from such great heights...

confusion fuels my sole.
i roll with the role i play every day
even as i wonder... what is self? do i care
about the dares i dream myself to,
ream myself to as i force me into oblivion?
sometimes i try too hard. but
it is only in trying that we achieve.
where is the paradox here?
and how is it resolved?

i don't know, but to follow seems the only way.
and running ahead and falling behind
appear to be completely unavoidable.
oh well, at least it's teaching me patience.
and every word become truth to some degree.
i see that i will never tire of the fire that burns within,
and sometimes, driving on a flat is the only way to win.
the damage done is damage past, when at last
we'll have figured something out.

what that is, i have yet to see.
but until then,
just keep on pushing, i guess.

oh yeah, and--
apologize like crazy.
i'm so messed up.
forgive me while i sort this out.