Scott: Who What When Where Why

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.