Take a step outside the self
To find another self to step out from.
A second passes and a new self rises.
Through this infinities of selves,
A thin line is traced, a singular life.
It intersects incidental probabilities,
Fragile threads of crystallized possibilities,
Loosely weaving a spiderless web,
A trap without a prey to cling on to,
A means to an end without the end,
Built for a purpose without cause.
And so it hangs and sways and oscillates,
Between the impossibility of its own existence.
