where do we go from here?
where do we direct ourselves to?
dreamless in early graves, we're a walking paradox
for the moments in our future don't seem to align with what i foresee
and that my dreams are just strings of reveries tied into knots
my heart aches for something more,
it aches for certainty in the forthcoming
it aches for your presence in my dreams
this vessel is bound to be lost at sea
but maybe one day the tides will bring me back home to you