COULD IT BE TRUE?
Each time when I thought it was midnight then did the sun arise
Why the recurrent cycle?
I try in vain to know that which the elements are revealing
Like a sailor without a compass, my directions I desperately search for
Searching in order to have another round with that which I really desire
In the midst of this, a second thought envelopes me
Questioning the very essence of this quest
A journey in futility?
But can it I countered
Isn’t it about time?
These questions seem not to fade away
A recourse to the Master conductor seem to be the only way out
But I cannot understand the directions being passed across
Caught up in this quagmire, I hope tirelessly for events to pan out just as I have envisaged it
The right course of action? Maybe
In whatever direction my ship eventually sails, I hope it takes me safely ashore