I've got no real story to tell.
Stuck here in an abyss,
with no way out known to me.
Somehow, I trusted my intuition
and made it this far.
I never let fear enter the equation
but I must admit I enjoy the flirtation.

Each day the question of life,
death, excruciating pain,
happiness, sorrow
and perhaps one happy visage
repeats itself from my predicted morning
as shadows intermittently pierce my  last hope
for a peaceful sleep.
I know what I must do and for I to do it,
requires a reward.
The reward is immediate
for the need is immediate.

I see answers in the swirl of circumstance
but the questions are more elusive,
because to question is to challenge
and to challenge is to confront
that which you don't understand
or that ,that wishes you do not discover.

Each person is like a grain of sand
that gathers on the shore of a meandering river
as it makes it's way from a glacier state
to the collective ocean of being.
Once in a while a grain of sand
with the power of the wind,
sun and texture of the planet
 will alter the course of the of the finality, 
but we are all destined to gather
in a deep blue ocean
of never ending permutations and flocculation.

Mankind with all its might
can attempt to change or determine the course of destiny.
However, mankind must first realize
that we are are all flowing into a giant ocean of space.
We have no control
for we rely on models
that are too simple,
for they are bits of sand
for which we cannot understand.