The tide beyond light

The Cantilever of Dreams

We wish everyone to come and praise us, but not prepared for the criticism that initially rises. Cantilever it is, we say, capable of sustaining pressure from every angle. Little did we  know that only dreams had that mystic lore

2 O' Clock, the coast was clear. We shred apart the dreams and anxiety for that one moment of anxiety, wishing half that we failed because that was easier than stepping forward into the unknown, with every passing moment getting darker and murkier. Though we find the light from a nearby source, the mist disperses it, leaving you in confusion while determining its precise location, to escape out. Minutes later, those hopes in our eyes turn into a tear of silence, wishing and looking forward to deliverance from now, for the past was not beautiful, but the present is not any better, less speak about the future. 

If you have not figured out by now, I am a sailor, and my fear is time. 

We travel cross places, we travel where the tide takes us. Though we are attached to the spirit of the flow, we are mere humans and are forced to seek help for resources very often. Human interaction is not innate for me, but that is a little I have to bear with. Pirates never bothered to raid our ship, for it was a bit too cheap to find any gold in their sight.

But then, they are mere humans, who value gold over the real treasure. 

You see, man-made materials never were meant to gain anything than momentary joy. In fact, all our actions are centered for a minute moment, where the joy provides the boost than vanquishes in a couple of weeks. I, on the contrary, feed on this lack of joy, for I see a bigger picture, much larger than a couple of weeks, this will change the course of my life, the steps I make, the attempts they take.

It all depends now on how I attain that treasure to out cast the shadow of happiness. Time is of the essence.