When all is thought, said, and done,

the quest ends where it began--

with the setting and rising sun.

The quest ends with a question

when I am not where I'm supposed to be.

Adrift in the Sea of Same Thing.

With shores beyond my sight's reach.

Anything is Possible.

It's in my hands and in these glands.

An immaterial oar of morpheus sand.

To manifest the land.

The question begins the quest again.

A question for my soul:

If anything is possible,

Then Why Am I Not More Powerful?