Life itself isn’t dis-interesting
The opportunity paints itself brightly across your face
Puzzled by the intricacy
I’m motivated to find my place
Searching for a permanent resting location,
One where I can claim my own peace
Stumble upon the graceful shadows
Shape shifting to the tune of release
The hope of home is intangible.
Innate as it is ethereal,
Existence exhausts itself to extraordinary lengths
To discover there is no reprieve
With a mountain to witness from the secure darkness
Another to conquer in fearful blindness,
The transparency of dreams are a lighthouse
To the opaque realism of what it would take to achieve them.
The sun continues forth,
Altering in overpoweringly minuscule ways.
Peace is an ongoing process, prying itself from permanence
I continue to exist.
