Muddle

At that point of limbo, it slows down.

Trying to look as far as it can, to judge, to know just a little bit more.

At that point of limbo, there is always a blinding storm,

And the only way ahead is to look inside.

At that point of limbo, 

It closes its eyes, in a silent prayer.

Let it be different, let it be magical.

With a deep calm,

It embarks. One more time.