I am just a wave that sees no ocean to ravel,
No mountains to climb or reveal.
No tracks to practice and refill.
I go through forests filled with blockages,
My strength grows pale in between rough edges,
I struggle to garner my defenses amidst thorns and stoppages,
These blockages gives me no easy passages.
I crave for the deserts for absence of a river
Rift of emotions all mixed up like water yet I differ.
So many dry lands; yet no plains for wither.
Rugged terrains trains my instincts to a leather.
Waves of water I am; watery deeps all around fingers.
Ravens Ravel a three with ease.
So is dog to bones at least.
They find a momentous joy are pleased.
I want an everlasting joy and am pissed.
"Everything comes to an end" so they say
How will I end something i never started to see?
How will it end if i never found it? so to say.
Searching through me I shoot for the moon,
Maybe I never found it because I always shot with no horns.
When will I Learn to shoot with my hands and zoom?
I have to keep searching for the oceans to ravel.
one day perhaps; I will find oceans deep enough to ravel.
I am ready to ravel the oceans of my life, just like a raven!!!
A Hive Original by Iconnellys