Thy the art
Thy my heart
Its beat and the heat
Pointless drift in pure chaos
Filled with islands of all the kinds
Some bearing peace, some with joy
Deep dark paths, and killer traps
Waters of kindness, hunts for the stillness
Ever growing numbers of unsaid beliefs
Merry go around overwhelming bluntness
I wish I knew how to steer the ship
Would have been pointless even so,
Since I am not sure what I am in
Is it ocean? Of fire for a change?
Or a vast blank space of the universe maybe?
My my, is this the first?
Ever been the same with anyone?
Doesn't matter anyway I guess
I know this is inexplicable
So, I am not waiting for advice