Precious and nil

I’ve given away of myself

though of me nothing was asked

but one step led to another

and they pulled me along so fast

it was impossible to just stand

and let things slide, flash past.

No-one threw me a banner,

neither gave me a torch.

I dipped my toes into a stream

I found and clutched at straws

I swam against the currents

I followed their heartless laws.

To follow a thread and thought

guarantees no concrete results

to get answers to make sense

first questions must be mulled

dipped toes don’t lead anywhere

when toes are simply enthralled.

Swimming against the current?

oh, I did it for the thrills

when everyone rushed down

going solitary uphill

was fun in a precious way

but precious often equals nil.