Some Day

Before the question
I was born
yes, before the answers.

A field now in dynamics
I observing all the degrees
The powers that how one
should live,
"I have an ace up my
sleeve"
is what all teachers call.

A road twists to it's
fullness
waits for me to leave me home
that road
not bothering of me and
my attitude
which shouts I don't trust me,
I don't trust life.

Should I let go of
this idea of stop and test
this pretension of knowing
that there is a power waiting
to be unleashed,
That it is simple to lie to me,
willingly I do that
I drive me not to relax
As I trust there is
no free lunch.

After the question,
I was dead,
yes, before the answer came.