Distances

Meaning lost in the mazes of our souls

neglected and left to rot a compass dies

dashed and broken on the rocks

wandering in facades of purpose

the most dangerous lies parade as truths

Dullness, blankness, darkness falls on us

led by a hand blindly we follow

no lamp to guide means trust willl side

with the voice that whispers most sweetly

broken compass tingles at the sound 

Looking into an ocean from mountain top

the wise man of the sea has been blotted out

a mist arisen from depths of hungry hearts

hunger for more that will only grow

and the soul weeps with silenced voice