Scattered Aurora

On a night long ago
i rode to the shore on a wave of lost hopes
to be discarded there like a ship-wrecked plank
and on the sands of time
i stood like a lost soul
with no clue of the path to take
with no desire to lend me strength
i flailed weakly between regrets and fear
i moved back towards the sea
stopped
i moved away from the sea
in a quandary
afraid of drowning and suspicious of surviving
one step forward and one step back
and in this cowardly prance
i stumbled on a root of the present
and falling to the ground i closed my eyes
and let the hand of fate decide my destiny
eons later
i opened my eyes and faced the world
the sea had long ago faded
but so had my yearning for the past
and i moved back
further away from the sea
yet facing it still
strong yet never too invulnerable
a survivor yet never the savior
a conqueror yet never a king