A Work in Progress

This is my unfinished symphony Yes it's a little pretentious But humor me Try not to laugh I'll fix it in a second In the second draft Like a promise from a lifelong friend The process has a beginning but no clear end This isn't math It's hard enough to collect my thoughts With all the rules of behavior The shoulds and oughts that guide our ways Confused like hamsters circling In a dead end maze Wrapped up in cosmic uncertainty Our actions trailing off into infinity Like summer rays We're still imperfect but we've grown A broken contraption Flesh and bone Making it up as we go along In formless fleeting moments of magnificence Remember nothing we are is set in stone We're still imperfect but we've grown Homeless at heart Everything is temporary Chasing perfection on the road to damnation Without a script or storyline Forever a work in progress Sometimes I catch myself mid-mistake and wonder ""If I twist this that way will it break?"" And then it does Don't ask me why I did it I'll say""just because"" Failure to act or participate Is like expecting to high five the hand of fate In latex gloves Better to ask for forgiveness than permission Better when faced with a proposition Start with yes There will be time to question Time to second guess Sometimes the mind has to disengage Or fear will rattle the bars of your mental cage And stage your death. --- A Work in Progress - Color Theory