Throughout time and our thoughts, we wander endlessly, despite any confidence or peace found in the comfort of what we know.
Beyond is a mist, a dark cloud of ambiguity wherein both a beautiful light and terrible darkness reside; we walk ceaselessly, embracing the new, regardless of want.
Those who choose to remain still find themselves in a solace unlike any other, perhaps better than we could ever know, but from their greed sought within singularity, abandoned by the grace of another day, though respect is always due.
A gift of understanding, of wisdom clearing the temporal cloud, many desire, but none have found, but rest assured the necessity remains just as hidden.
Through the dark and light alike, we go on, our way never known, but found as we walk; the promise of what lies ahead is more than enough to give meaning to our wandering.