I fall and cannot see where I will land;
Yet when I do, I'm sure I'll fall again.
It seems to be responsive to command,
Until I reach a certain point, and then,
When most I need it, it abandons me:
I try and try, and yet find no way out.
No further fall gapes open hopefully,
Nor do I see another hereabout.
All that surrounds me can resist what I
In hopeful confidence, yet undeserved,
Resolved to try. I even might know why,
And yet somehow my faith has never swerved
That there is some way (how, I do not know)
Out of my troubles, towards which I can go.
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