Random Thoughts

A house of glass,
a wall of glass
that confines the many days ahead,
I do not see light at the end of the journey,
perhaps too far away,
like a beacon
hidden behind the bend of a starless night
of a maiden voyage
that promises unfathomable riches
if only driven by faith

Silver beads collect
on the cold glass plane,
like tiny sparkles of memories
that lay motionless
and random,
without a concern
or a purpose.
Amidst the chaos lies serenity
and sanctuary
from the clamouring voices of sentiments.
Just a few minutes more;
let me soak in the stillness
till intoxication clouds my sense of purpose,
like the blinding lambency of an evening sun.

The silver beads collect
and dribble down with haste

let me retain my composure.