Way out there, your stillness swallowed
by ink and nothing, you plod, you sputter,
you just keep surging forward, no thing
can be a barrier to that task which
predicates your truth, for time has
never been a thorn in your side, nay
it has travelled by your side, arm in arm.

The many faces of truth slide before you,
twisted wire of outcome but one, this
certainty is met with incredulity, for
the infinite possibilities cry aloud,
begging for your choice to walk their path,
still, quintet of confusion within, you
press on, sinking deeper and deeper.