A dot on the horizon
in search of a reason
Dragged by the turbulence of waves
And pushed by the force of the winds,
To where are we being guided in the dark
By the mysterious forces of our lives?
Perhaps the truth lies before us,
it is not meant for us to know.
We learn to navigate swiftly
between the ocean and the sky
In indecipherable code in above,
In the blinking stars and the twirling clouds,
We search for a clue.
Awaiting for a sudden glimpse
into the abyss beneath
in the darkness that holds
the answers untold.
The Conscious Hour 