I like it to be fine My ducks in a row as I go Everything in line Just so because I know It turns out accidentally As it does I see But the accidental Keeps existence existential If surprisingly Though now and then I doubt It I recall it all turns out It all becomes me If not how but for now What must be but just enough for Me to be some more And having overcome As I become I let it come Though not knowing how It turns out however Change is steady now or never But I am ready To keep it steady then As who learns by what turns out when It turns out again Steven Curtis Lance