The Encirclement of the Sphere

How many of us have wailed at the walls of our own desperation? Hoping to know that place we’ve yet to find? Yet how many have been left to drift endlessly like a dreamer at large? And in the stars of night do they carry a message of hope; Passing through the reflections of light already passed? I myself ride upon this barge of persistence; Traveling through time ever so slowly believing somewhere, somehow; The truth will have been worth the waiting, for there must be more.