thought I had
it figured out
for the longest time
world by the tail
bird in hand
and all that
hubris has its
aficionados
then when the great unraveling began
and the wearing down kicked in
and the long
slow
liquid
glide path
commenced
it was like
some impossibly
tragic
seemingly voluntary
death march
to the cliff
and to
the rocks below
half way down
came the clarity
together
was never
part of the plot
and now
still in the air
not sure
if its falling
rising
or merely
floating along
at least
the arrogance
is gone
that's a good thing
ain't it?