At times, I find myself submerged in the depths of my own essence
A stream brimming with apologies
Meandering through the landscape of my existence
As moments cascade like waterfalls into the abyss of time
I stand with outstretched hands, receiving nothing but the echo of my own gestures
An enigma wrapped in the shroud of time's relentless march
I am anchored in the now, with no compass but the beating of my heart
Is it fear that grips my heart.
A trepidation not of the unknown, but of the very act of living
A hesitance that whispers of alternate paths, untraveled roads
That beckon with the promise of undiscovered lives
And yet, amidst this sensation of aimlessness
Of drifting in a void devoid of anchors
There lies a truth
An enigma wrapped in the shroud of time's relentless march
I am anchored in the now, with no compass but the beating of my heart
The sparks of stimulation that ignite the soul
In the ebb and flow of existence, we learn, we grow
An enigma wrapped in the shroud of time's relentless march
I am anchored in the now, with no compass but the beating of my heart