The sea is smooth

The sea is smooth,

The vast blue sea,

Peaceful, calm.

Yet all it takes,

For eternal unrest,

Is the question.

The question which,

After all these years,

Is still unsolved.

The question which,

Is sometimes lost,

Among the many worlds.

Yet the sea sleeps,

After trading,

The question for peace.

Yet is it right,

To let it go,

So easily?

And is it right,

To never search,

To never find?

To never see,

The truth the lie,

The balance between?

To never know,

The good the bad,

Around you?

And is it right,

To scarper, run,

Far away?

And is it right, to be afraid,

Afraid to fail?

But one must seek,

And one must know,

The answer.

And one must try,

And one must fight,

Till the end.

For the balance is all,

It is the life,

It is the death.

The balance is all,

It is one,

And nothing else.

Yet the sea is smooth,

Calm and vast,

But unknowing.

And a curse this is,

To know the question,

But not the answer.