Sailing With the Wind
We bleed our souls everywhere we go
We strive and strain, as if we grow
In truth, what do we really know?
But to slide along in a stuttering flow
Like children in innocence,
sail blindly into torment
Hugging recurring images of wasted
moments
We stay bitter,
wearing smiles like ornaments
Who of us know why tears come in
torrents?
I know why eternity is not enough
Or why butterflies roll on images of love
I know when a pigeon is not a dove
And how a peak often precedes a senseless
trough
It’s on the surface, the truth lies deep
Where life is a true faith leap
Where reality is which twin to keep
And seeing a grown man weep
The truth is sometimes like
a hole in your armour
Revealing deep-seated fears
none know you harbour
Wishes and visions of which
you are enamoured
Content, no stress to encumber
No light to speak of, only continual regress
Just frail ambitions and a willingness to
nest
To fail, to see nothing,
the universe’s unseen guest
Or sail in a sideways current to nowhere at
best
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