Muse
Should we converse
In my minds eye I'm blind to what is
I see what can be and what I want to be
But is it what will be
Only you can give light to this bleak though
The same though that adds anguish
Even if we were to speak
Venture down the road not yet spoken
Discuss what isn't necessarily
Needed at such an early stage
With our profession the stage of most
isn't the same as ours
I'm at a lost how must I act or be
As the sea beacons for one I remain
My thoughts refusing to ask
What would put me at ease
As the voyage continues days
Turning into months
I lie and wait.