Anyone Can See

To find a place where the soul feels home,
that is pretty frequently the goal, hey?

Or maybe it should be.

Winds of swirling significance
seem to be able to only speak
your name.

Tides swelling and rushing toward
the shore creates a din screaming
your eyes.

Rains lashing my face in the midst
of monsoon season help to whisper
your face.

And what can be said of your body?
Useless words there.

It's a new world, comfortable in a world of meaningfully meaningless words.
Conspicuous by its absence is the notable agitation that tends to flow with angst and unaccomplished goals.
Time has come with reminders to not waste it on societal dins of what should be.
And this is the last song I'll write about how much pain you caused my soul.

It's time to get back to sub-dermal investigations into the truth of nature.
Huzzah!
I celebrate the quest for significance and its perpetual, infinite, assured failure.
When to seek is the goal, the only possible failure is lack of effort.

Seek ye out a challenge to be overcome.
Seek ye out anything you can't yet do.
Seek ye out the impossible.
Check your understanding
only at the infinite.
It IS worth trying.

Nothing matters,
which makes everything significant.