Ashes, the Unstruck Match Burns

(I write)

The path I walk is, at the same time,
like a straight line, from day to day; yet
meandering here and there, from moment to moment;
both purposeful and purposeless,
depending on the shifting sands of my attitude;
and most certainly like a labyrinth,
if I am willing to surrender and not surrender
at the same time.

Wandering in circles, loops, back and forth,
I walk a straight path,
from beginning to end,
here in one moment, gone the next.
Existence, regardless.