It is turning off the light, and staring into the darkness.
Searching for shapes in the emptiness.
Asking your eyes to latch on to something.
Anything.
And then finding stability.

It is tumbling in the surf, from the impact of a stray wave.
Fumbling the pebbled floor with panicked hands.
Asking your body to orientate itself with something.
Anything.
And then finding stability.

It is waking from a dream, caught in a moment of lucidity.
Questioning the line between imagination and reality.
Asking your mind to make sense of something.
Anything.
And then finding stability.

It is refusing to settle, in the rhythmic cycle of monotony.
Deciphering meaning and direction as it comes.
Asking yourself to gamble on something.
Anything.
But then losing stability.