A lonely life you lead.
Lonelier still at the height of day
When you peer for answers through a blinding sun,
Or when lost without shelter in the driving rain.
So many times will you wonder
If your life means this or that,
But the story will always unfold
At the unexpected hour.
So many others have heard this.
So many have yet to see.
Reach for one truth at a time
And watch it open before you.
You may grab at straws and sink;
But you will rise again,
And though gasping, spluttering,
You will always move forward;
Whereas looking back will show you
Nowhere to return.
In time you will remember this day
As an ancient stepping stone
On the path to Sublimity,
And even then you will recognise
That you are but passing
Another ancient mark.