Stranded alone on a little boat,
Drenching me in cold clarity.
Thunder, booming high above,
Tendrils of mist reaching out,
Lightning, slicing through the fog.
I set out on this journey
To search for what I never had,
That lucid, elusive epiphany.
That one bright, shining moment,
When the clouds seem to part
And the world rights its alignment.
But alas! I am lost amidst a sea of people,
The lighthouse's beacon never reaches me,
And I am left in a dazed muddle.
I am incomplete.
Spoiler
This is me trying to explain in poetry form about finding that click, that moment that I've so often read about, when everything suddenly makes sense. It's sort of meant to have imperfect rhyming, but tell me what you think about that and the rest of the poem. c:
