Windless Floating in a pond with no wind Swaying towards a sea that doesn't exist Wishing that time would move forward Knowing that it isn't there "There" doesn't contain a tide- doesn't contain a way out Something might change A slit in the road-not-taken might reopen itself But alas, there's no break in the windless weather today No hope for tomorrow with the sands of change to come The crab walks along the salty shore. Like always. The ocean sprays the same seaweed to and fro Will the eddy swirl the hopes of change with it, Or, will tomorrow only fall silent with today's descending sun?