Hiking Seas

Does anyone know what we're doing

Bound to the ground and lashed by mere choosing

Weaving the unwoven

Hearing the unspoken

Pushing toward the abstract

Heads tilting turning back

Oh what twisted paths time has rendered

Necklace or noose I remain surrendered

Remember whats at stake

Pass the opportunity to brake

Stream becomes river

Folding into an ocean

I shiver

Now we row among the open seas

Planting beds and sowing seeds

And with these made now we sleep

Luck would have this never cease

But cease it does and all to soon

Wake again by the waning moon

Carrying burdens of questioned utility

But abandoning now is worse than futility

So we carry

We push

Heads turned back

Eyes forward

Climb