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