People love to encapsulate you in a moment.
This capsule is miscast and astray.
The goal is unavoidable,
It leads to home.
The place from whence IT was cast.
That moment that you set yourself free.
Wind in your face.
Smashing and crashing.
When you found yourself.
In that muck.
The place that was stagnant and fluid.
All at once,
You realized that your strings were being pulled.
In that way that you were guiding.
To that unforeseen place,
You feel my tug, right?
Just keep churning;
We are one and the same.
Did you not follow my instructions?
Confusion does not guide my flow,
Why does it guide your perserverance?