Walking Down the Street of Uncertainty

rewritten 2/4/97

Walking down busy, crowded streets
   as one does in life,
we find ourselves confronted
by facets of our own souls.

Agonised by what we are, or
tormented by thoughts of what
   we might?

Our gaze becomes fixed
on some undefined point, far away -
reassured by convictions of uniqueness
we shuffle on to mundanity