There's no one new except for me
In this extraordinary life
No guidance, no instruction card,
No inkling of wrong or right.
There's nothing new in what I learn
That wasn't there before my time
No unrepeated pattern born
Of effort, passion, need or whine.
There's nowhere else to journey toward
when here and there are the same site,
like light rays in a mirror maze
Which light is real? All lights are light.
There's no time set aside to wait
Tomorrow's spun from today's yarn
Today, a puzzle rearranged
From all the yesterdays of your mind.
There is no new reason to behold
Of why a thing had come to pass
You looked at life and drew it out
With fancy, yearning for and want.
Truth’s so confounded by the range
Of our existence different ruses
That even twined in every thread
It's so well hidden it eludes us.
