Uncharted waters. They scare us. They're the most terrifying thought for most of us that live. I do hope that you're not going to be too literal in your interpretation of the term and will appreciate what I mean which is of course, the Unknown.
While there will inevitably be many who dispute this claim, do take a moment to look deeper at your fears and you will perhaps see the point that I am endeavouring to drive at...
Sun beating down upon a parched Earth,
Time pushing your back to the wall,
Walking back to a place so sheltered,
Where your will determines dusk and dawn
For every door that seemed open to Fate,
You built a wall to take it's place,
For every wish that could be true,
There’s still a price you have to pay
The walls; just a frame of circling arms,
Darkness never from the dawn could hide,
And when the time came to walk the line,
You sought me out to find your smile
Blind hope no one could ever reign in,
An Icarus taking to the skies,
Too late you see the coloured lens,
Too late you seek for reasons why
Rafts may leave with dreams of stars,
Every wake just a metaphor for a scar,
Would you will to drop the cross?
Or stay inside with tears to hide…
The nomad’s tied to his wandering ways,
And I to mists of fear and rage,
Are your clouds real or just awaiting rain?
Just close your eyes and there’s no cage...