Even the sands of the desert do not settle forever
The desert wind still stir them up from time to time
Swirling them across oasis
and cactuses
New sights, new experiences
Where, for the moment when they were travelling on the dizziness
that is the mini tornado churned up by an inflamed desert wind
They were free, and seemingly clear of their own unique identities
But once the wind loses its stream
Returning these sands back amongst others
They quickly lose their individual identities again to the identical masses
Camouflaged
They rest silently amongst their microscopic clones once again
Layer of sand upon more sand
Yet this time, having seen,tasted, once how borderless life could be
they are now constantly listening out for the call of the wind
To take them on the next self-discovery adventure.
They. Had. Become. Restless.
The question remains though...
Had the adventure made these sands happier?
The endless search sometimes gets a little tiring too.

It's a leap of faith, in some ways.
Keeping your words of kindly advice in mind
Let's see what tomorrow holds.
I'm ever ready to release the anchor
I believe I grasp in my hand
And steer the ship towards the next harbour-of-call.
(no, it's not a shackle. Simply because I make the decision of release and hold.
And the anchor is not inhibiting,
It's stabilising.)
~Keeps fingers crossed~

The signboard appears to be hidden for now.
But maybe, just maybe, I've been holding onto the map all these while.

Even as I was searching fervently for that roadsign, and at the same time, keeping my eyes focused too closely on the signal of that vehicle just ahead.
Even though we may well be heading for different destinations.

Whatever the path taken, the growth at the end of each section of the journey should be rewarding in itself.