there is a road on the ocean
and it goes on further than I can see
a thin strip of pale wood
that cuts the waters in half
i stand upon this endless road
in the middle of an endless ocean
from the moment i saw it's beginnings
stretching out from the sandy shore
i stepped upon its pale worn planks -
there was no hesitation.
i watched the land grow smaller
and stood surrounded
by the great grey blue;
blue above and
blue below
and a handful of blinking stars.
overhead and under
the cloudy waves shifted;
a gentle kiss of foam upon my ankles.
i sit upon the path of no end
and i will wonder;
i've walked miles upon this road
but i can't go up
or under.
who is to say that there is an end
or a purpose in its presence?
how much longer will my legs carry me-
will I ever find my answer?
my heart sinks into a sea of stars
my mind is lost in the clouds,
but my feet, my feet will always tread
on this wooden road built of the earth.
there is a road
on the surface of the ocean
and that's as far as i can go.
you set out on a path, excited to see where you will go. you're so sure that this is the road you're meant to follow, and that as long as you walk it's path you'll find your desired end. and yet eventually, along the way you realise that there's so much more than mindlessly chasing the promise of a dream.
but you've travelled so far, is it worth it to turn back?