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 relinquish hope too cruel
To lie quite still without fear or taboo
Or I will drown by struggling towards a goal.

Opposing all we learned in many 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