Run as I might, I fall behind
And lose the way I’m going.
And yet it’s not as if I mind
Because I’ve still got knowing.
It’s not a case of what I know;
The facts themselves are trifling
And build like endless flakes of snow
Until they’re downright stifling.
But knowing, on the other hand,
Is tantamount to being,
And there’s no other place to stand
As comforting and freeing.
So, even though I’ve “lost my way”,
In truth, I cannot go astray.
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