Subj : "Roughed up to grow up"
To   : Newborn
From : Daemon
Date : Sun Aug 28 2005 19:37:00

Bastard.  lol  I suspect you knew I'd have to respond to this.  *sigh*  Fine.


*thinks a moment*



A dream tossed to sea in a bottle
eddied and spun by tides unseen
swelled and tossed by moonlight
dimly aware of the horizon
to which it longs to reach
for validation 
but never nearer drawn
despite the swiftest windswept nudge

The destination unattainable
the course unrelenting
the purpose flawed by Nature
yet onward rides a promise,
a yearning call, a silent plea,
towards a harbor it'll never reach
a shore that never was
and a fanfare of nothing

Yet still the moonlight glows 
upon a horizon that endures
before a sea-swept bottle drifting
no matter what course it follows
so long as it carries something 
that matters to someone

And even if emptied along the way
still there's a vast sea 
under a moonlit sky 
and infinite destinations to seek,
limitless courses to follow
towards a horizon whose promise
is not diminished
by the stormiest of waters
and the darkest of nights
because infinity diminished is still infinity

Still it lies in wait
for a glass vessel prepared
to house one's fondest desires
and beckon the journey itself
across a sea of uncertainty
towards that which is held most dear
whatever that may be
which is the only thing that matters anyway
keeping it afloat at all




  I have cause to wonder.  And that's not a comfortable thing, because I base 
myself on goals and maybe goals aren't exactly the point, but simply the
attempt to get to them.  Because focusing too much on them makes you miss
things along the way that are worth at least as much and often much more.

  I really don't know anymore exactly what that means to me, but...  I do
wonder.


       [daemon]                 
       In the shuffling madness...      




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