I’m at a loss how I should live
In light of what I know.
I feel that something’s got to give;
It never seems to, though.

I’m tethered in the here and now
Like Samson at the mill;
The sweat that breaks out on my brow
Appears against my will.

And, though I’ve learned to do without
The contents of my mind,
I’m targeted by fear and doubt
Which grab me from behind.

If what I am is perfect bliss,
How come I even notice this?

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