Of the things that we see and the moments we know
Who is to say that we actually can
When do we stay and where do we go
For truth holds a shape which can twist, turn and bend.
But we don’t, and we won’t, that’s the game that we play.
Forward, sideways, fragile but strong.
The point of it all is to not know the way,
to be lost and be found on the search to belong.
In such ignorance we float, yet never really still
cause we paddle like fools for a safe way to go.
Every second combines our faith and our will.
Our minds are the creatures that never stop to grow.
-A poem by Astrid Arlove