TWO STEPS BACK

As a jack of no trade and a master of none
I find my self breaking off from a new continent
Drifting on the currents of indecision unable to moor
The tell tale weather patterns of continuous storms
Batter my shores and devastate my lands

My sub-continent drifts far away from a better future
Towards unknown territory of maybes and what ifs'
The magnetic poles lure me into desolate horizons
As the antiquated belief systems fall prey to the scavengers
If no man is an Island then where do I roam, alone?

In what seems a history of history the clouds break for a while
All currents and torrents rest for a breath as I wait in fear
A pack of hungry gulls tear at a carcass of self fulfilling prophesy
They will not hunger during the bleak winter months
Dormant monsters stir and wake, as nature grits her teeth

Still, you cannot but admire change or alternate states of truth
Even though a future-less future awaits, hope can still be found
This sub divided sub-continent can still find a place in this infinite cycle
As each grain of sand finds it's place amongst billions and billions of...
A lesser known us lifts his head and knows without knowing, I am everything

My western values take a cacophonous battering of spiritual whys
Hiding deep in the centre of this forsaken land, disease infests the soil
Yet nature has a will to life, and to death, which few can foresee, lest speak
While my loins and my seed take a circular position juxtaposed to my existence
I am lost exactly on my own path, never far from exactly where I want to be

JUST THEN, TWO STEPS BACK
RIGHT HERE, JUST NOW