When traveling over the waters of treachery
Whose liquid is opaque as the thoughts of a secretive lover
One questions whats underneath that dark surface
This raft of ideals
Built by hand
Held together by hope
Just barely floating
Is no match for the unknown currents
To be human is to move foward
To resist is our nature
A shining spark
Is nothing next to a star
But its there
Reminding the cold of the universe
That it hasn’t won yet