My candle burns on both ends
Knocking on ELUSIVE doors
A thousand door knocks
To find silent response, curiosity
And half the time, we wonder
If strings on doors, like the puppet jokers play
Are being pulled to shut down access
How do we leap into the next stages
Learn the rules of engagements, in foreign land
From welcome parties, sent to scout on our arrival
Caught in circles of this burn for so long
Time holds burden of encounters, flash backs
Like prolonged transition, in time wormholes
Taunting one, with the one leg grip, the gods hold on us
Boldness, slowly dwindling, looking for reasons for standby
As effort fades with response, slow on energy, dispensed
How did our forefathers build castles, curious
When blocks becomes so had to find, like diamonds
And cracks appear before lintel stages
Ambitions becomes such an endeavour
Distance from inspiration it once held
And this is at sea, land is required as a bare necessity
What are we to tell
The young ones playing catch up, looking up
For inspiration to visualise and walk, on discovery
For accomplishment of actualisation
Knowing too many catch 22 situations
Handicaps, rock and hard places
Well, we are still at sea, wondering what lies beneath
Knocking on giant doors, I know I hear movement behind
Land is still just the bare necessity, required
