Everyday leads me on a treasure hunt
With hints hidden below a coffee cup
And inside an orange.
I zigzag absent-minded while other proceed
Bloody on their metallic rigid tracks.
Resting at last, with my constellation
of secret places And my hands full
And sweaty.
Question marks path
Walking head-up my way
on this path of question marks
No fixed point is here to grab.
Stability and support is found
In the answers you reach
By reading, asking, experimenting, doubting
And feels like running fast on a trembling rope.
