My purpose is to riddle you
with riddle you with a riddle:
If you move slowly enough
to mark your way,
how will you travel far enough
in your allotted time?
Puzzled another way:
If your journey is measured in distance,
and you stand still, standing still being
a prerequisite for dreaming,
how will you meet your destination
before darkness erases the path?
The paradox being:
How will you measure how far
or where you might have gone?
You will either have hurried past
your place in life or stood still,
standing still the prerequisite for dreaming,
dreaming being the true self who calls
where no one can hear you