The Moth and the Candle

Detailing a new panorama
Or spelling out an older view
Some try to write, others to think
Some listen to music, others to others
And they all do something.
Even the old drunk at the end
Reeling in spite of the stability
Darkness all around, darkness behind our eyes
The faces not recorded but noticed
Of all the hopes of ours perhaps the greatest
Is the one that comes with our greatest fear
The unknown, the uncharted and the yet to be explored
The surprises, excitement, joy and terror mingling
To make up a matrix of ignorant possibilities
To be waited for and dreamed of
Because it always comes next