A poem
I am a ship cast on the sea
knowing not my destiny.
A vessel of uncertainty
in waters of perplexity,
a soul lost for eternity.
Cold icy wind blows.
A heart of frigid crystal
falls in frozen shards.
I see a thousand arrows,
and wonder
…is this all?
A prism of glassy dreams
upon the Möebius strip,
a solitary path, no end, no return.
Shattered amidst the chaos,
yet each fragment reflects
a myriad of possibilities,
and I ask,
is this my sole reality?