We often see things as a cul-de-sac

Which we enter, go around, and back

But even in this avenue of pretension

There exists places which are extensions



- A natural evolution of a stance we take

When we choose to follow loops & forsake

A direct path which does lead elsewhere

Than the very place which got us there



Then the apparent busy-ness of our lives 

Becomes tinged with belief we're on a ride

Which takes us nowhere but in a big loop

As we find ourselves encircled by hoops



And minds try hard to stop the revolving

Door - which many pass thru - evolving

Never really knowing where they've been

For their heads are in the sky, really seeing



- Tristram

12:40pm 1/2/98