What are the limits of the space I'm in?
Where can I go, and what can I achieve?
I have some thoughts of what I could begin,
But if I did, I don't know what I'd leave
When I was done. In what parameters
Does this world operate, and how do I
Relate to it? When something in me stirs,
Can I do anything but sit and sigh?
And if I sit and sigh, what would that do?
Is there a point only in uselessness?
Or is that uselessness just useless too,
So that in even that there's no success?
I cannot act unknowingly on things
For fear of flapping my butterfly wings.
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