And Yet... Poem by David Welch

Thinking makes it so,
that's what we all know,
the way we want to go;
and yet, somehow, it isn't

History has a side,
a clear-cut rising tide,
we're caught up in the ride;
and yet, somehow, it doesn't.

A correct way to live,
with no need to forgive,
Our minds a fine-mesh sieve;
and yet, somehow, they aren't.

A past we burn alive,
rejecting as a guide,
it's memory to die;
and yet, somehow, it won't.

A journey long and tragic, ,
with brief moments of magic,
our reactions always spastic;
and yet, what else could they be?
What else could they ever be?