No sail and no paddle
At the sea’s fickle mercy
The wind teasing on
Whispering doubt in the air
A changeless horizon
No proof that we’re moving
No clear point of reference
Or direction to move in
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
No sail and no paddle
At the sea’s fickle mercy
The wind teasing on
Whispering doubt in the air
A changeless horizon
No proof that we’re moving
No clear point of reference
Or direction to move in