My Invention

I know but I am not there yet

I see only just what I am seeing

It's like before I've asked,

When do we rise?

When do we transcend the past

Into another grid

All my thoughts are trained in circles

Their asking, their pulling

Baits me and prods

While I pretend and weigh their merit

But there has to be more

Than their static would resolve

I want an easy answer

But I'll drive through what is harder yet

If it could get me though all the sameness:

Does patience ever get lost?

As everything beckons in an open system

Something has to reach in

And make this more than my invention