Tripping through indifference

Tripping through indifference  
to where I cannot guess at all  
there is no meaning left to sense  
it all was taken by the fall  
 
the fall of how to be a self  
without transcending what is there  
around the masking ever past  
with strange meaning left to bear  
 
I dance and read and think and die  
within a second of recall
my life – seen in-between a lie  
passing dreams tracked by the fall  
 
I sing and feel and write to live  
within a moment to befall  
my life – so many left to give  
dreaming of another call  
 
of beginner's luck and sense  
within a purpose of chanced noise  
integrating fading plans  
patterns of a defined choice  
 
changing across my different way  
by growing into guiding lacks  
from older and more coming days  
falling back on wider tracks