Unbound Riddle

and so
there was little she could do
but to follow the paths and hope they led to somewhere, but
every where is a somewhere otherewise it is
not
there. So maybe the question is of the
bad and the good.
But the bad and the good are everywhere so wherever the path leads there will be both.
So maybe there's nothing to
hope.
more to wait for the circle to come around and lift you off the ground
by following the paths. ...
But how do she choose which paths to paruse. Whichever
tricks or fashions take her fancy but windy they are when we're lost we feel so far from the point which hindges the bits of fragmented thought which alone feels uncaught
from the rest of the head.

All this language enables
these stories and fables
to be freed from the mind
to prevent our decline
or to maybe force our questions
of the world so unstable.
To find the clue of what we should do.
phenemonologies and recipes
of everyday
and tic by toc
until the beating
stops.

But is there a rhyme to this riddle?
Can we not get stuck in the middle?
Pick a card and follow suit.
Ring a bell and march that march.
talk that talk.
in or out.
think or shout.
How many numbers can there be?
neat
it
up. shake or brake.
pull in more and more and more until
the sense
begins
to fade
and we
rest in shade and
further
quest-
i-
on
why?