Without certainty you cannot begin Foundations always moving are not For on such you can never build But only to be moved and carried Endlessly without rest always changed Discarding the old attempting the new But waste and futility, no mastery nor success What knowledge gleaned very soon irrelevant Here today, everything's changed tomorrow Always a toddler, crippled for life To stand for a while the pinnacle To walk or run, foolishness, for falls And you break, never crawling again But for grace the sand steady as a rock That you may know sand shift in winds And to search for rock before you build But not boast the death of certainty