Will

My will is beyond anyone's reach, even beyond mine;
My hopes are scattered in the oblivion, offering unsolicited sleep.
As I hear the melancholic mogwai,
I am thrust into a space of trance.
I surrender my soul, dance at no fright,
Happy at the journey that has been made,
Traversing several roads, waters and persons in the process,
We either talk about past, present or future but a question simmers,
Is there anything apart from this time? Is there? That sets everything apart or remains a confluence of three?
There is, a point where all three are one and that one a subset of all three.
That is my will.
The will to bring all three into one, to believe that I can make that happen.
That will will not surrender and will encourage me to break walls of weaknesses.