I am standing at the edge
of the sea of clarity.
So close, and yet,
Deliciously out of reach.
I cannot plumb its depths;
I never did learn how to swim.
(Did i subconsciously avert the truth?)
The sea calls out to me sometimes
And i go, despite better judgment,
And stand again at its edge, and wonder
What was the use of coming here
When i knew i would learn nothing,
No epiphany would strike.
My faith, that there is contentment at the end of a mundane routine,
Would not be renewed, but that i would only
Return to the monotonous days with more disillusionment.
I walk towards the sea
To touch upon its restless surface.
It obliges, with a gentle wave, to pull me in
I resist, and it sways me as i stand firm.
And then the wave retreats;
Gone back to join the multitudes who have tried before it.
While i am left standing alone again, as
The sand shifts beneath my feet.