From birth, all we know is flow
The glacial etude of a million souls
I once tried to dream of the way deserted
The path tread in time but not once turned
It’s easy to get taken by it ~ the sheer force of current
It’s only forward from here, they said
~ Pushing ~
~ Bruising ~
~ Guiding ~
It was the day I saw that odd one swimming
The herd paid not a glance as this body weaved in needle~step
Threading in~between hustle and hurry. A trail so entropic, I smelled the wake
Nobody cared to notice but me ~ the dice that casts its own roll
I think that odd soul treads so much more intimately than us
One must be so unique to brave the road deserted in haze
I envy the perspective of that soul, leaping boundaries with brutal grace
I yearn for it and yet I’m grateful I got caught in the tides that day
It was me who saw that odd one swimming. My soul still ripples from that day
My axis has left for desert. I take handfuls of sand and watch as it floats
If you find yourself trapped in haze, seek light amongst the dust ~ the grain
And if all we know is flow ~ we can ride this wake