Slow down the force of the outside mean
Swim forward even when the tide is high and the depth
Of onsets and downgrades demoralize you among the undertow
We are so far away from the finish
So compelled to continue and yet wondering
Wondering
Wondering
If there will ever be a time when all questions would be answered
All wrongs will be righted
All passions ignited
You doubt Him and yet in the twilight of subconscious termination
When pillows are closest allies
We swim through the early morning disturbed by the concource of uncertainty
Not only children ask how. If and why.
