Loosened up my cap in hope of changing my perspective. Reliant on the Will of God to see the next iteration of me. Susceptible to the vain, darkened images of a mind thinking itself sufficient. Failing to acknowledge gravity, time and space doesn’t make them fade.

Hope is reaction to the oppression of indifference. The miles of fence travelled in lazy saunter never presented a comfortable spot for sitting. I’d rather be lazy than ambiguous about the things that make up border between right and wrong. Some thoughts are sloppy.

Is this cage of what makes me who I am? Who is the conductor if not this simple man determining the creatures allowed beyond captivity? In frequency I find repetition, in prediction I find defense from anxiety, in bridled worry I find complacency, slouch and expectation.

What is change but the thing that promises mystery, promise and unknown condition? Those who appreciate puzzle will seek the sharpening sands of time and the beveled edge of file. Never happy with self. Forever seeking those attitude adjustments that make new reactions norm.

In seeking solace from the storm will I miss the electrifying relief of fear or strong persuasion? What have I befriended that keeps me in the cave, looking on at shadows thinking them all real? There is no safe harbor even if I have convinced myself they exist in the shallows of my mind.

Hope is found in embrace of indecision, as the failure to react leaves us wanton for new behavior. Into the wind with protected vision my ever forward progress aids in my persuasion. To believe that the caustic nature of life and love are to be sought never avoided. For in the polish provided by the master I will become the man He planned.