How fraught the mind can be along its voyage
through sands of sorrow and seas of joy.
Reflections in those blackened waves mirror
the thoughts we once knew,
thoughts drowned in that idle noise.
What could overcome that call
to something greater, that longing
for a break in the monotony
of our own careless design?
Can you hear it as it rings?
Of that call I am certain
no man has heard tell, save
for rumors of glory, shrouded
in laurels and wreaths;
that which champions crave.
It shines above us, guiding
like a lighthouse guides a ship,
a ship lost without sight of land.
Oh, that sight of safety,
easily lost in those reckless trips.
It is too easy to lose it, though
in a swift moment of doubt.
We can only be guided for so long
before our impatience demands
that we take some other route.
So, here we stand, on this unknown road
leading our hearts to nowhere.
Standing still as statues
in that quiet, hopeful repose,
Hoping to find our purpose there.