Certainty cannot be revisited.
I am oceans, that have the power to gleam,
yet I watch each one find their glory
as I stand still
resisting motion.
Nothing I am to you
is true,
no love is grand enough,
no picture beautiful enough,
no drawing good enough,
no knowing is knowing enough,
All I am is a means
to something more,
something that cannot justify all I am, yet.