No Trick to This

There is no trick to this, but in the thick of it, it sure seems that way.

Having once been overhauled, further respite is neatly cheated,

still another complete rebuild will soon enough be needed.

Do we not pass through time or is it that

time passes right through, or goes on right around us?

When such answers are to be found they usually

will be experienced by some, denied to others.

May your experiments not detonate in unpredictable ways,

may your fundamentals all have overtones that cannot be stilled.

May your wanderings not be erratic, may your sails remain filled,

to propel to where you may be finally allowed rest.

Let foul nightmare not assail you, seeking to your sleep deter;

may each springtime find you re-awakened and sure;

there is no trick to this, it's just a little hard to see.