As moments gather while I am drifting,
and all that are quickly passing
amongst all the changes, and the utterances,
while others constant, and remaining
Certain. . .is something, one should not count on,
all that is in movement, and all that is still
Nothing to judge, no opinion to give, left to God,
and to God’s will
I needn’t try to understand or to define,
it’s not my job or my desire
But to quell that need, and try to define,
what is my fire
So if I don’t act, as if I don’t care, or seem to listen
It’s just about me and understanding,
that I might find the right position.