Would There Be This Eternal Seeking If

I Stop Wanting What I Am Looking For, Looking For It.

My Great Day Came And Went, I Do Not Know How. Because It Did Not Pass Through Dawn When It Came, Nor Through Dusk When It Went.

A Little Candor Never Leaves Me. It Is What Protects Me.

Certainties Are Arrived At Only On Foot.

My Truths Do Not Last Long In Me. Not As Long As Those That Are Not Mine.