We’ve all got burning desires
and passions
and unfulfilled curiosities,
We’re all trying to stay afloat
in our own little boats,
and sometimes the tides
don’t turn in our favour
and we confuse the direction of the wind
With the undercurrent.
From within
every little boat
the world turns on a different angle,
a different scope,
a different depth
to thy neighbour,
from a far away vessel
my tacks and pace
may seem irrational,
back to front,
unpredictable,
but from over here,
the dissonance
echoes
at a different frequency
to your inner-nestled voice,
Here the heart speaks louder than the head,
so I often carve up unsettling territory,
reminding me that everybody
is navigating this vascular connection,
to find cohesion in the external ocean
the currents
and strategies
and gut-gurgling sensations
arise
pulsing through our bodies
as we sail across the tides,
Busy lives/
Too much time,
Paradox is what makes up a full life,
You decide
where your focus resides,
The helm is yours.