Sometimes
I can see for miles and miles
But still have no clue
Where the road will take me
I can see for miles and miles
But still have no clue
Where the road will take me
I know the waves
Will be breaking
Far off the shore
Carrying their foam
Up onto the beach
Where waves crash onto jagged rock
Foaming
Each breaker a crescendo
Of thunderous water
Aum, it says
I remind myself
Do not linger in the past
I need to know where I am
And look where I am going
Yet over time,
This brush and paint
Create a land
Of uncommon beauty
Like a gnarled old man
The elder of the land
With a mighty presence
Sometimes, even we small creatures
We engineers and builders
With concrete and steel
Overcome mighty nature
Time crumbles their mortar
Context shifts their efficacy
Or a new technology
Renders them impotent