Having no interest to where they may land
No intent on changing their course
Standing upright on the edge of sadness
Wading in the waters of everlasting calm
Dreaming of the sun soon to rise
Fishing from a stormy beach
Measuring the oceans depth
It’s breath and width is wide
It’s limits out of sight
Blinding during the day
And sparkling through the night
Tell me how I should feel
An unending distance beckons me
My mind opens to an imagined freedom
Waiting on the opposite shore...
... as Patient as the virtue itself
