The Navigator stands
at the top of the hill,
a spotlight illuminating the fog,
looking for a direction.
The stars are gone,
another moonless night,
all he has is his intuition
and questionable insight.
And so the dance of change begins
Moving outward
while moving in
Like a blind man at a drive through atm,
wondering how he got there,
listening for a sparkle
looking for an animal spirit in the dark.
There are cliffs and caverns
sinkholes and canyons
along the way
He's been known to fall
and rise again -
while heading towards the river
The Navigator, he is an expert
on moving in the darkness
looking for that one flash
our lives on display
The Navigator, he knows the signs,
sometimes right sometimes wrong
The paths have many directions to follow
But with the first step
all other paths
fade away.
Decisions are made
The Navigator, he has his day,
his way.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC
The Navigator stands
at the top of the hill,
a spotlight illuminating the fog,
looking for a direction.
The stars are gone,
another moonless night,
all he has is his intuition
and questionable insight.
And so the dance of change begins
Moving outward
while moving in
Like a blind man at a drive through atm,
wondering how he got there,
listening for a sparkle
looking for an animal spirit in the dark.
There are cliffs and caverns
sinkholes and canyons
along the way
He's been known to fall
and rise again -
while heading towards the river
The Navigator, he is an expert
on moving in the darkness
looking for that one flash
our lives on display
The Navigator, he knows the signs,
sometimes right sometimes wrong
The paths have many directions to follow
But with the first step
all other paths
fade away.
Decisions are made
The Navigator, he has his day,
his way.
