The calm from through storm.

Tired, frustrated, lost in a sea of mess,
body desperately, craving rest.
No time to pause
And see the clause,
Hidden beneath the tracks,
That slowly,
bring,
us,
back.
Burning sun, pink clouds and a forever sky,
Truth spoken without lies.
Fatigue creeping through my body,
Finally I see.
All actions have a reason,
the universe never commits,
Treason.
New freinds, from unknown faces,
found in brand new places.
Fresh views to push my news,
Courage in a tangled web of life,
Showing me, how to use the knife.