I want to go.
I don't want to go anywhere, nor somewhere
Nor everywhere, nor nowhere,
Simply to go.
I want to do.
I don't want to do anything, nor something,
Nor everything, nor nothing.
Simply to do.
I want to move without destination,
I want to be as sporadic and random
As the digits of e, of pi, of phi.
I seek to exist transcendentally and physically concurrently.
I want to act without cause,
I want a purpose, but one to act desultory,
Like an algorithm attempting to be random.
I attempt this to no avail, as every road leads somewhere,
Every action has a cause,
And every life, must have purpose.
