With so much to do
its easy to be quixotic
I am opened to the off chance of
my ideals being too idealistic

The paradigm shifted long ago
and continues to move as i sit and wait
for the beginning to end
to find its rhythm and syncopate

Breathe with me now
that is all that can be done
to inhale with the count of one
exhale to two

Congruence is only true
relative to its obtuse angle
in all I've learned from being scared
is that truth unfolds all fear tangles