In between the rigorous search for answers
In the midst of easy can't figure it out situations,
therein is a submerge of knowing the known,
as glaring as an angel blowing the horn
craving for uncountable knowledge of the unseen
Have you ever seen the wind blow caution?
Have you ever heard the sound of raging waves?
Beckoning on your ill stiff neck
pressuring that you don't lose sight
Knowing what knowledge brings, is easy
understanding the height of it, is wisdom
my muse is to you and I
that we don't lose focus on the waves of the unknown.