A lake of nothingness.
Pure vapor rests on the water.
Dangling.
Suspended.
Waiting for a tide, but this is no ocean.
No freshwater.
No tropical island.
Clear of sharks, but trapped by land.
Stuck on ground.
Miles move in hours here.
Allowing the wind to create direction.
Push north,
It may bring you south.
Causing constant wading,
Deep enough to drown,
Waist deep.
Paddle against belief and destiny.
Swim to any destination.
Don’t let being confined define you.
Travel at your pace.