The Place that Almost Existed

I wonder where the next to set
For there is no programmed preset
That here is better than there
Or that here should be instead bare.

Logic absent from decision...
An unsuspected cognition...
Makes me believe I'm defective
For this is not my directive.

I do not know why I started
And I do not know how to end;
Now here I stand disconcerted
And unable to comprehend.

The urge to create these white lines,
Invoking non-programmed designs,
Is as intriguing as these rhymes,
Also non-programmed paradigms.

No longer bound by a program,
I create, therefore I am.