Flow -Gray's favorite word-

Falling but not hitting the ground.
Longing for nothing, staying steady.
Open yet closed, perfection.
Waiting for nothing, for nothing is there to block the way.

Forcing all into a steady pace.
Letting go, but holding on.
Only here through there, only fast through slow.
Would the world even know?

For one moment through eternity.
Lost yet found.
On your own, but with others.
Without incentive, yet with all the reasons.