“Find your center. Stay there.”
But I am the point in the dart
Aiming for the bulls- eye
And missing more often than not.
Land on 13, 1, 3- you know, odd numbers.
If I could find the center,
The tender middle,
I would perhaps be devoured.
William, you told me to stay honest,
And then left
For another pasture.
What can I do, but keep wandering,
Keep following the bees
For something sweeter?