forward and back
and back again
I wait
waiting always

it is a wait for ahead
it is a wait in fear of the falling back
It is a wait to get there
it is a wait to leave there behind

while all the time
it is moving
always moving
if only it could be seen

forward and back
and back again
I wait
waiting always

what is the waiting
where is the moving
looking back
what will it seem

I’ve been through times
now I know what times there are

I’ve been with people
now I know what people are like

I’ve been with ideas
now I know what ideas are possible

I heard it said there are others
but they really make no sense to me

so many places
so much to learn

I know where I have been

Within me I wait
for a hand that will hold
and not push down

for the words to support
and not tear through

for the storms to pass
and the weight be undone

for though the work be mine
who really stands alone
for though the work be mine
who hears not what surrounds

It is hard sometimes
to within me not forget
what is within me to know
what is within me to be

It is hard sometimes
to within me to see
which is the hand that will hold
which is the one that pushed down

for though the work be mine
do we not among each other live
for though the work be mine
the work is done not alone

Within me I am
waiting to be
for a hand that will hold
and not push down

Surrounded by curve
yet I know straight
and thus becomes the world

Surrounded by moving
yet I know still
and thus becomes the world

Surrounded by shades
yet I know clear
and thus becomes the world

thus becomes the world
for me

while so much beyond
the so much we are limited to
of knowing

what might I know
if I knew not