The endless not knowing

As life’s runes are drawn one at a time and the endless confusion over interpretation begins, I feel at ease.

I sense the knowing of my path and where I shall strive, I bare witness to the course that lay in the shadow of the moon as it teases in and out of its sanctuary deep within the cloud.

You need not me but your own path, I need not you but my faith, we need not each other but ourselves.

The reality is, I am here alone. Still, I remain unperturbed, I shall walk until I can no more, I must thirst until I can no longer, I will as thy will.

When the light fades and I can no longer see, I will not lie down. I may fumble, but I shall not fall, for something calls me. I don’t know where or what it is but still it calls.

One day I shall reach this calling and know it, I may not see it at first and walk on by, I may not know it and walk on through, but one day I will see it, I will see it, know it and be of it, best of all when I find it, I will know I belong.

For this is my destiny, and it calls me day after day after day.