High are the tales being told, only to be forgotten…
I feel like I am in a boat floating through the void at an astromincal speed. I see the stars flashing beside me in this place, and I sense some kind of cold winds hitting my face.
In front of me stands an old man that is guiding the boat toward an unknown place, and I wonder if that old man has good, bad intentions or if even he doesn't care about my humble and pathetic existence.
At the same time I wonder if any of this real, and if the boat meant something else, or if I am truly floating toward the unknown.
I wish to become, what I am not,
for I do seek what is not.
I ponder on the secret of the star,
I wish to sing with them.
Yet, here I am holding my gourd,
with no where to go.
"The boatman is but the guide, if ones has the heart he can push the boatman away into the void, and take control over the boat, but few and fare between are the courageous ones who dare…"
Sigh….