The palm sweats, unaware of what reality will give.
The heart's residence is suddenly a trampoline.
The brain starts to run a marathon.
And the legs spin you in circles.
But what is it all for?
Is it the uncertainty of what's on the other side of the door?
Or your life's unidentifiable main chore?
Frankly, we just never know what our existence has in store.
However, we know everything and nothing at all.
How you walk is more important than how you crawled.
Your need is not that of others.
The goal is not the process.
And that is what haunts us.
