The Mirror of Truth

Though we may not know it
We are in the business of sifting randomness
Of taking this rampant, unruly life
And fishing for those tid-bits we like best
When an unlimited ocean stretches before us
To find that one solution
To an ever changing equation
A question that will not be still
But changes the questioner as soon as it is asked
And so this search goes on to exhaustion
To sleep, and on again
In desperation
In inspiration
Swimming for the north star
In the shifting surface
Of this restless sea
And nothing anywhere to hold on to