Going Along

would I have chosen this
had I known I was choosing
what to do or going along
as I freely did not knowing
what would work out how
the days arise from nights

each moment anticipates
more of the same and less
if we know what we are
by what we do again our
ending implied in choices
nested inside necessity

dignity requires decisions
when nothing is quite free
within the frame of politics
and culture we never know
we helplessly embody like
termites in our own abode

so here we are today sun
rising behind clouds light
filtering through confused
impressions of our relative
well-being as if we know
what's good for the world