What haunts  me are the quicksands of the soul

What haunts  me are the quicksands of the soul
The heart and mind and body all agree
That I will drown by struggling towards a goal

Apparently, we try to be more whole
But this can only come  by grace  all new
What haunts  me are the quicksands of the soul

It’s best to let go of a hope too cruel
To lie quite still without fear of taboo
Or I will drown by struggling towards a goal.

Opposing all that we learned in our schools,
Where teachers spoke to you and you and you
What taunts  me are the quicksands of the soul

The art of living is not found in  rules
But by wandering without any  hint or clue
We can sink by struggling towards a goal.

Though we may use the stars to travel by
The moon is covered by her alibi.
What haunts  me are the quicksands of the soul
Where we may drown by struggling towards a goal