Sailing Aimlessly

Light raft floating drifting for a breeze Sailing aimlessly Going into nothingness Yet drifting on a bed of certainty Am I a  harbouring passenger OR a willing vessel bobbing hither and tither with the confidence of the waves Whether willing or by direction I steeped the ocean's floor Whether I was cleaning or just sweeping I traversed the carpets shore Where was my comfort to be sought OR my intimacy to be dreamt For where have you seen a twig with dreams OR the blazing glory of a shoot There's no compass for relief Only certitude was certainty, The assured conviction That truth is fact!