So now I stand atop.
Atop the highest peak.
Looking back at the voyaged path.
Tailing behind me.
From the deepest seas.
To the darkest nights, I survived.
But still the piece of the puzzle.
Is missing from my mind.
Searching for the worth.
In every ocean.
In every land.
The olive branch, a second chance.
The purest dove to grace my heads.
Instead all I have is the wonder.
Of what's on the other side.
Screaming. I pray. To the earth and sky.
"But what's the point? All I'll still find is nothing. Please say this journey has been for something..."
"Tell me do the angles fly with icy feathered wings? Do the deaf men of the heavens hear them when they sing? How are we to wake up without ever wondering? You won't always find and answer to everything. So now my child keep your mind from wandering and find the peace inside to let your restless mind sleep"
