lace sailed explorers A high mast with lace sails Silken fingers of winter gales vastness to never be charted Way back to where it started Started on a voyage from here to there Back to wondering how long youll fair   inside you but never in your face Incapable of finding your place The beauty of being blinding shadows there for the finding A horizon of immeasurable danger Future looks back like a stranger   Mangled up past, of shield and sword Remembering pleasure, oh the reward Forgetting your path thought to be odd Whispering song from the lips of god Ignore your intuition, logic doesnt belong Caution in the wind which sings your song   That glimpse into what you call out to dreams making you rise without a clue constellations above are  a tangle Knots of yarn, distance and angle Reeling, you grasp for what was lost Water and weight leaving you tossed   Struggle all you want because you must Rising sails wanting to enslave every gust whim of progression holding you bound Every thing that was lost must be found needs ignore evolution Reverting to a solution   To not bend to the will of surrounding Thus has been the path, the drowning Sinking, seeing the lights hem On the other hand ceasing them A wicked silver thread breaks through The Mastering of chaos that finds you A wicker maze leading you by the bit     Bite down and mold to where you fit settle into a thrown where you sit Awakening to your own voice The sleeper still has a choice The remembrance of your constant growth Why on your deathbed is there an oath   as sure as the water line is rising your buoyancy seems so surprising swallow what is and sprout from the dead written and read has been done and said everything has been done, why fight it find comfort in growth from where you sit that is your ego you probably think this poem I about you. It cant be, its mine mine mine