The far off, far away, and far from all.
Alone in a place where only you would know you were alone.
Alone in a place where everyone would pass by and know.
There is no time to find what you need. But all the time to find what you don't.
As we struggle to make meaning out of what we know, we see that we don't know a thing.
We ponder this mean and fight to find purpose in what is thrown before us.
Lost and alone in the desert, Struck and trapt, Free and chained.
Loaded weapon with no room to spare.
Loaded heart with holes that seep.
The horizon shines attractively, and so we carry on.
Still aware of the Far.
The far off, far away and far from all.
~ESP
