There is more than existence and nonexistence.
There is.
This form that carries me around
Has embarrassed me many times.
My thoughts have fallen short.
My ideas have been awful.

I stammer through forests
Made of trees that I can't see,
But worst of all, I've underestimated you.

But now I've lost all courage
And all peace of mind,
And that is good,
For only humble eyes can see
Love and Time for what they are.

-jenn