The pen is bourne steady;
As the soul is born tumultuous.

Meaning carries —
like a sturdy wheelbarrow —
the undecided heart;
Inside it lies —
dormant yet stirring —
a boundless ocean:
Full of desires,
ideas,
thoughts,
words.

Tidal ebb and flow —
by blue moons —
that is human;
Restless youth,
is undone;
Myriad shifting —
as tectonic Earth —
defines us.

Structure,
purpose,
skeletons,
all found the basis:
Under which hides —
unseen yet sensed —
an eternal chaos;
No solidity exists —
like water without volume —
sans meaning.

When broken, we fall!