Towards What?

The storm it brews
A wicked one,
Grey matter above
Hides the sun...
Yet onwards I sail
Lost in thought,
Surging ahead
But towards what?

Ahead says she
Is who I am,
Ahead says he
The best ones swam;
Ahead I reach
Only to find
Grey matter and storm
I left behind...
Yet onwards I sail
Lost in thought,
Surging ahead
But towards what?

I take to oars
While the broom I seek,
Slicing the ocean floor,
Timid and meek.
With a broom
I'd sweep the sky,
Stare at the sun
Till it hurts my eye.
The hurtful sun
Is welcome but,
In this blinding dark
I would not strut.
Yet onwards I sail
Lost in thought,
Surging ahead
But towards what?

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