Born, the catalyst of this world
Unknowingly where I'm going, but perhaps I'm heading in the right direction.
Speaking little as I was told.

What guides me is a compass of hope and faith
Pointing towards where the sun rises so my heart never sets
And following through this troublesome journey, seeking to find a place in empty space.

Where all oceans come to their very end, complacent to be there.
But if the end is closest to the very beginning, gladly I would stay there than to be lost nowhere.
And where the sun sets behind mountain tops, shall I rise at the peaks.
While the settling moon whispers sweet kisses and dreams to slow my unease,
Shall I rest at such a place for a couple of weeks.

Where tender whispers of the wind blows to slow down time to a slower pace,
That well the seconds are cut down to their smaller counterparts,
Filling the gaps of the hours wasted so carelessly amongst the empty space.

Then call that living,
Than to a life lesser of taking away of what we don't have,
To be then giving.

For time will always be wasted on those unfamiliar to it's ticks
Those who only understand time when it's read back to them.
Passing around the responsibilities of life, by short passes and kicks.

But then again the idea of only being a catalyst to this world.
Waiting on the other side of life, unwrapping what's hidden in us as revelation to unfold.