Albeit motion or motivation

taketh me, direction faces no turn

Wind and wave push thoroughly. Still I stand,

my legs shake, thoughts stir, heart planted firmly.

Skies will differ: one will set, one will rise;

the miles will stretch far and wide. Try to

fathom what has encompassed thee, whether

it be profligacy or simply lore.

Whereas footsteps ostensibly wander,

and mind resides within the clouds, with all

of Fate's might meant to beguile, Still I stand,

direction faces no alteration.

My heart is planted firmly, always true,

Inexorably forever with you.