The Only witness, Of the cosmic spectacle. Little boat adrift.
That place of origin, Beginning of all our civilisation. Taught us collaboration.
The outer-world ends, And the Inner journey begins, At this boundary.
A fishing village, Became a Metropolis, And forgot it boats.
Laptop or Sheep, Different tools of the trade merely, Are we that different really?
To relax and let go, A message from the heavens, To lighten our burden.
Made In the same image, But separated far apart, As men and Gods.
This once was home, But we choose to live behind walls, In a concrete jungle.
Senses can confuse, but can also reveal the light, from the other side.
When work means life, Ambition has a different shape, With survival at stake.
Those hidden places, Where past is still the present, Untouched by future.