At Last (First Dance)

29/05/2020 – Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

When I saw you, I knew

That this is where we’d end up

And, though it took a while to admit,

I couldn’t imagine life without you.

 

We’ve had our ups and downs,

Not always been in step with each other,

But we so often come together

When it really matters.

 

We’ve tripped and stumbled,

And caught each other when we’ve fallen,

With never a question as to our love,

Or to where our heart lies now.

 

I’ve never felt as safe as I do

Wrapped in your arms right now

And though we may sway from time to time

I don’t fear you letting me go.

 

You spin me round and pulled me in,

But I’m never more dizzy than when

We’re standing close, cheek to cheek,

And you whisper in my ear.

 

The whirl of love in its early days

May have lost a beat or two,

Though I’d never change this journey

That has brought us to this point.

 

I look forward to our future

As we twirl through this thing called life,

Happy in our own small world

Two motes in a vast universe.

 

As we take the floor, at last,

Just we two together,

There’s no fancy pirouette or grand jete –

Just our first dance joined as one.

Life in the aquarium

28/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation 

She felt like she lived in a fishbowl,

Always on display.

Her life being studied

Seemingly every day.

 

She wished there was a cave

In which she could hide herself away.

No longer spied by prying eyes,

No ears to listen to what she might say.

 

Every action talked about for days,

Scrutinised and pulled apart.

Looking for the smallest error,

Ripping out her heart.

Driving with the radio on

27/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

When we started out, we had no plan.

We just cranked the radio and began to drive.

The open road stretching out before us,

Above us open sky.

 

We were born to run, never dragging out a stay.

If we’d been there a week it was a day too long.

But the next stop might be just down the road

Or a hundred miles further on.

 

We could never afford a little red corvette,

Making do with this dusty panel van,

Stickers adorning the once white paint

Showing all the places we’ve been.

 

Sometimes it felt like a road to nowhere

But somewhere was always around the bend

And the fun was in the getting there

As much as in the destination.

 

We could take it easy any time we wanted

Or live like life was an adventure.

There were no rules to live by

And we took each day as it came.

 

Home was the back of the van,

A mattress and a suitcase that’d seen better days

Along with a bar fridge and camp stove,

It was all we ever needed back then.

 

We were on the road, again,

The windows down and the wind in our hair.

Singing at the top of our voices

Until we were so hoarse we couldn’t speak.

 

Were we runnin’ on a dream?

I think we probably were, you know.

Not a care in the world to hold us back

And nowhere we had to be.

 

They say that life is a highway

But I prefer the dirty back roads,

The ones that aren’t on any map

And you don’t know where they go.

 

We’d get people ask us if we knew the way

And we’d laugh and shake our heads.

We didn’t even own a map

Or remember where we’d just been.

 

Too often we were running on empty

Just praying for somewhere to get fuel

Sometimes rolling in to town on fumes

But we always made it in the end.

 

I drove all night so you could sleep,

And you’d drive all day.

We made it clear across the country

And all around it as well.

 

I called you the king of the road

And I was your mighty queen,

We owned the desert tracks

And the twisted jungle paths.

 

We were going the distance,

We didn’t care how long it would take,

We had forever to get where we were going

And eternity to make it back.

 

The wide, open road called to us,

And the narrow, cliff top way.

We looked out over the mountains

And up at sparking waterfalls.

 

We stood like explorers upon solid rock,

And bogged the tyres in virgin sand.

We braved the rain and fog and sleet,

And braved the ice with chains.

 

We would run to paradise

Every chance we had,

And we’ve never stopped running

Ever single day a new chance to go.

 

We have to chase that feeling every day,

It never, ever gets old.

And I don’t know if we’ll ever catch it,

But there’s forever to find out.

 

Maybe everyday is a winding road,

And which one you take is up to you.

Just make it your own adventure

And make the soundtrack to your life.

 

So, turn up your radio all the way to ten,

And make the best of this life you have

Because it’s the only one you’ll get

And it’d be a shame to waste away.

 

There’s no highway to hell,

Just views that will blow your mind.

We didn’t need anything besides fresh air,

We were high on life.

 

My happiness has always been behind the wheel

And I’ll be here ‘til the day I die.

I couldn’t ask for anything more

Than you to be the DJ by my side.

Atlantis

26/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

I want to visit Atlantis

Before it sank beneath the waves,

A cradle of civilisation,

And where my heart craves.

 

I long to see its riches,

To find the Adam to my Eve,

To be the mighty princess,

In the fantasy I could believe.

 

I need to pull back the shroud,

To reveal the mystery,

To spy the magic it exudes,

To rewrite its history.

My Favourite Meal

25/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

This isn’t my favourite food.

It’s not even in my top ten.

But every year I eat it

Because it makes me think of you.

 

We came here so long ago

On our perfect second date

After the first one was disastrous

And you begged for another chance.

 

We ate and talked and laughed and drank

And wiled away the hours.

Before we knew any time had passed

We were being ushered out the door.

 

The years, they were good to us,

With many a happy time.

That’s not to say there weren’t tears

And angry words besides.

 

But this year, I ate alone

At a table meant for two.

The waiter didn’t clear your place

But put a rose across your plate instead.

 

The owner has waived the bill

In honour of our love

And asked if I’ll be back next year,

But all I could do was cry.

Birthdays

24/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

I hate seeing pictures of other people

Celebrating their birthday parties

With lots of people hanging around.

It makes me irrationally angry

That more people bother to turn up

For their event but not for mine

And I know that this is partly why

People don’t come in the first place.

I’ve stopped going to birthday parties

Of the people I know won’t turn up

If I invite them to one of mine.

It’s just not worth the social effort

I would need to put in when

I know it’s not going to be reciprocated.

It might seem more than a little petty

But I’m too old to spend time and money

On people who hardly give me another thought

At any other time of the year.

I’ve done the same with my wedding guest list,

Even though that’s unlikely to be needed,

And I have it down to about ten people

Apart from relatives, who get a free pass

By virtue of sharing an ancestry.

So, forgive me for not getting excited

About a day no one else gets excited for,

And I’d probably faint if anyone decided

To throw me a surprise party because

They’d managed to find enough people who

Could be bothered showing up and

Could be bothered to keep the secret.

The Affair That Never Was, Or Might Have Been

23/05/2020 – Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

I don’t know when it started.

The casual flirting on both sides,

Feeling perfectly natural and quite alright,

But looking back, sin hides.

 

              Do you remember me sitting there

              With your wife just beside us,

              Your hand on my bare thigh

              But no one made a fuss.

 

There were clearly signs we missed,

Or maybe chose to ignore.

And once we stepped over each line

We couldn’t return to the one before.

 

              We’d dance together, laugh together,

              Forget the rest of the world.

              We’d wine together, dine together,

              Our friendship fully unfurled.

 

The moment came, I remember well,

As we stood together that day,

Away from everybody else

Without a word to say.

 

              We understood each other

              (ourselves not so much),

              We both knew on some level

              This wouldn’t stop with a touch.

 

We faced out to the ocean,

You wrapped your arms around me.

This was nothing new, you know,

It was a natural way to be.

 

              I wanted to melt into you,

              Dreams and reality to be one,

              Our love blinding us forever,

              Burning brighter than the sun.

 

I felt you pressed against my back

And closed my eyes to the view.

I wanted to hold onto the moment

And be forever with you.

 

              I knew what I wanted from you

              But I was afraid of asking –

              Maybe you didn’t feel it

              Or were you too good at masking?

 

You dropped your head and kissed mine,

Light and delicately placed

And even now I’m taken back

To when you made my heart race.

 

              I turned to face you then

              And we shared a knowing look

              My heart crying out for you

              And my heart an open book.

 

But no matter what my heart wanted

My mind had to draw the line

And not allow us to step over

No matter how I may pine.

 

              I sunk my face into your chest,

              My cheek against your shirt;

              I felt safe and warm and loved

Far beyond a simple flirt.

 

I’ve dreamt of what might have been,

Our lips have met in my sleep,

But in real life I pulled away

And this secret I would keep.

 

              You tucked your hand under my chin

              To look into my eyes,

              I caught my breath in anticipation

              And your mouth told no lies.

 

But what if I hadn’t?

What might have been?

Where might we be now?

How would we be seen?

 

              Our worlds collided then,

              There was no turning back –

              Changing the course of history;

              Walking down a different track

 

We’ve stayed friends through this

But it’s not the same as it was before

Never knowing that connection

And always wanting more.

 

              The secret we kept weighed heavily,

              Moments stolen when we could,

              Not wanting to let you go

              Even though it was for the greater good.

 

I could have asked you to choose

But I knew what you’d say.

I’d rather let you go

Than have you throw me away.

 

              I’d always want more

              Than you could ever give,

              And you’d return home to her

              Yet, somehow, I’d forgive.

 

It’s been more than a decade

And I still long for your touch.

Fleeting hugs drag me in,

But feelings cost too much.

 

              But I could never forgive myself

              For wanting what wasn’t mine.

              I begged for you to stay with me,

              Or for some kind of sign.

 

My heart breaks when I see you

And I know this never ends

But I can’t give you up

My torment is that we’re friends.

 

              Together, we’d light fireworks

              Alone, the dark crept in.

              I could not keep our secret,

              I wished for it not to begin.

 

Even in my dreams

You’re not the one for me

And I pray that you’ll release me,

Please, set me free.

Homesick

22/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

When I travel I get homesick.

I miss the smell of my bed

The feel of my books on the shelf,

And the comfort of my spot on the couch.

 

But when I’m home I get awaysick.

I miss the discovering of new lands,

The anticipation of the journey,

And the making of memories.

 

Maybe I could take home with me,

Then I’d never get homesick

And I wouldn’t get awaysick,

That seems like it’d be nice.

Invisible (No one sees)

21/05/2020 – Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

No one sees me here.

Hiding in my shell.

Though sometimes, maybe always,

It feels like a prison cell.

 

No one wants to see me,

It’s convenient to ignore,

To forever walk on by

And take no notice at all.

 

No one sees the pain

That lives in me day by day

(Every single wretched hour)

Rotting from the inside.

 

No one sees the tears

Rolling down my cheek,

Hidden by this mask I wear

That protects you from me.

 

No one sees what I see,

Haunting me every day;

So many zombies roaming here,

These tired halls their home.

 

No one sees reality,

Just what they need to see.

They close their eyes to it all

And pretend it’s not there.

Tiny

20/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

When we were little

You had a little red car

Painted with racing stripes

And with tiny tinted windows.

 

It was always your pride and joy,

You took it everywhere.

In a pocket, or in your bag,

Or just in your tiny hand.

 

When you got sick it sat alone

Upon the table by your bed,

As machines whirred and beeped

All around your tiny head.

 

Eventually it got put away

You didn’t need such things –

It found a new place to live

In a tiny wooden box.

 

I used it on the wedding cake,

My something old, so goes the rhyme.

And all who saw it did shed a tear –

A tiny part of childhoods now long gone.

 

Now it’s come out again

And I know it’ll bring much joy.

It has another chance to play,

For another tiny heart to love.

 

And as you look down tonight

I know you feel it, too.

That car will be a part of her,

As it was a tiny part of you.

 

That car’s story is not over yet

And neither is yours and mine

As we stand here as a family,

A tiny red thread binding us together.

Grandma’s Hands

19/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

I remember my grandma’s hands.

Wrinkly and covered in sun spots,

Worn but so full of love

Every time she touched my face.

 

When I was young, I used to copy her,

Clapping to call my grandpa in

When it was time for his dinner

Because he was a little deaf.

 

I used to hide under the table,

And reach out to grab her ankle

As she walked by me,

Even though she must have known I was there.

 

I remembered the record player

The seemed to just gather dust

Except at Christmas time

When we’d pull out the vinyl.

 

She had a pokey, little kitchen where

I’d help her make toasted sandwiches

In the old, green frying pan

Because she didn’t have a press.

 

I’d sit for hours in the lounge room

Reading all of her books,

Most of which are now my books

Because no one loved them like I did.

 

I remember her doing the gardening

And helping her rake the leaves

That fell into her yard

From the neighbour’s trees.

 

One year I got was playing with a tennis ball

And it disappeared under her house

So I went after it and

Got stung on the neck by three wasps.

 

I’d put on fashion shows

In my sports uniforms and costumes

To many oohs and aahs

And much proud smiling from her.

 

I remember my cousin (well, second cousin)

Playing soccer in her back yard,

Falling after miskicking the ball

And breaking his arm so it looked weird.

 

As a teenager, I’d ride my bike

From my school to her house

Just so I could sneak a biscuit

Before continuing on to school sport.

 

And when I was eighteen, mum said

That maybe we should check on her

So I drove us to her house

To see if she was alright.

 

I remember that her hand was cold.

The Fear

18/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

It is the darkest part of me,

It preys on my emotions and

It rules my very sense of self.

It makes me to see danger and

It causes me to freeze.

 

I want to run away.

I want to hide from this foul thing.

I see it in the here and now,

I feel it in my future moments, and

I remember every passing threat.

 

It paralyses me.

It confronts me still.

It is inside me and around me.

It washes over me and through me, and

It falls upon my head.

 

The distress is overwhelming,

The impending doom overrides.

The evil veil obscures my sight.

The pain rises up and drowns me.

The vice grips my mind.

 

This is no reverential awe.

This sits in the pit of my stomach.

This beast inside me,

This horror that I cannot escape.

This which I have but owns me.

 

Beyond the mere concern it lies.

Beyond that daily dread.

Beyond the cloud of anxiety.

Beyond some mild apprehension and

Beyond all anticipation yet –

 

I cannot live without it,

I feel it in my very soul.

I want to be rid of it but

I fear what will be left and

I cannot abide the beast unknown.

 

It will, one day, consume me;

It will purge the last mortal vestiges and then

It will carry me to my grave because

It is the very fear inside, and

It is my only friend.

The Headline

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Take a moment if you will

To go beyond the headline, sir.

There’s more to this story

Than the first thing you see in type.

 

Be wary of that screaming header

And use your brain instead, ma’am.

Not every tale is as it appears

When first you begin to read.

 

They are designed to draw you in

But not give away the answer,

To elicit a response in some way

Whether that’s good, bad or ugly.

 

They can make you laugh out loud

Or take you to the verge of tears,

They can cause your blood to boil

Or fill you with indifference.

 

But they are not the whole story,

You must read and read and read.

And just when you think you’re done

You must go and read some more.

Reflections on a Window

16/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

The first time I saw your face

It was Christmas time,

The streets were so festive,

And you were behind me.

 

It was the first photo I took of you,

Without even realising it

Until I got home later that night,

And saw your smiling eyes.

 

I may have even sighed when I saw you,

Handsome and happy, and so close,

Yet I didn’t even know you were there

Or how important you would become to me.

 

I don’t normally like people in my photos,

Unless they’re my children,

But you – your face! – made the picture,

It came to life for it being there.

 

It was like a ghost of Christmas joy,

The spirit of what holidays should be,

Not quite there but so real,

Like I could reach out and touch it.

 

I must have stared at that shot for too long

Because little voices asked if I was alright,

And I blinked back into reality

To their quizzical expressions.

 

I put that image out of my mind,

No point dwelling on fantasies

When reality was pressing so hard

To make its presence known.

 

There were dinners to make,

And school bags to pack,

A whole other life of routine

That wasn’t make believe.

 

But somewhere in the back of my brain

The memory of your face was burned,

Staying with me through the day to day

And waiting until it was needed again.

 

Christmas Day came and went,

And New Years and birthdays,

A whole host of monotony

Mixed in with some cheerful interludes.

 

Once again, the city came to life

With sparkling lights and bunting,

Wreaths and life-size gingerbread men –

And windows awash with decorations.

 

As I raised the camera to take one last shot

Of that last window display on the street,

I paused, caught up in a memory,

Of a face reflected in a window a year ago.

 

But it wasn’t a memory haunting me,

It was your smile – your eyes – your dimples

Reflected in the window in the here and now

Right before my very eyes.

 

I spun around and there you were,

Flesh and blood, close enough to touch,

And I opened my mouth to speak

But no words came out.

 

I could feel the blush rising in my cheeks

And I wondered what I was thinking,

There was no way someone like you

Would ever notice someone like me.

 

Then I felt a tug at my jacket,

“Mum,” said a little voice from down below,

“That’s the man from the photo.”

And the colour ran from my face.

 

I prayed you hadn’t heard

But your face turned down to my child,

Then up to me, soft and a little confused.

“Do we know each other?”

 

And the whole story came tumbling out,

A reflection that had captured my heart,

That had inspired confidence in my ability

And had hung proudly on my wall.

 

From humble beginnings to a fame of sorts,

My images were far more recognisable than I,

But you – your face! – was behind it all,

Behind every new adventure I took.

You blushed, and smiled, and lowered your eyes,

Then crouched down to my children’s level,

“Your mummy is very talented,” you said,

Before rising back to face me.

 

“I’ve seen your works but I’ve never seen me.”

I was almost too scared to tell you

That I’d never shown that photograph,

That I didn’t want to share you with the world.

 

“It’s hanging in my hallway,” I stammered,

Not quite sure that any of this was real,

The world had drifted off somewhere.

“You should come and see it sometime.”

 

The words had escaped my lips before I knew

And I could not swallow them back down.

Frozen to the spot in fear of your answer,

But trying to anticipate your every word.

 

“I’d love to, but maybe we could …”

You looked almost sheepish,

A little shy, to say the least,

“ … have a meal sometime as well?”

 

So many years have passed since that day,

So many more photos I’ve taken of you.

But none have come close to that first one

When I fell in love with your face.

 

Those little voices are now not so little

But they still love to see the Christmas lights,

And every year without fail

We find ourselves in that very same spot.

 

But this year is a little different,

A new little voice joins the ranks,

All because of a photograph

And a smile that stopped me dead in my tracks.

 

So that, as they say, is that,

In those cheesy movie romances,

But we will have many chapters to add,

And many windows in which to reflect.

The Voodoo Doll

15/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

You called me your little voodoo doll,

I was something you could use.

Always there if someone hurt you,

To make sure they didn’t again.

 

I knew you didn’t love me –

A blind beggar could see that –

But thought that there may be

Some small emotion there.

 

I was very much mistaken,

Taken in by your cruel world;

Chewed up and spat out

Once my usefulness expired.

 

Now I sit here, all alone,

Patiently biding my time

Until I am free from here

And can seek you out once more.

 

Only our reunion won’t be a pleasant one,

Your little voodoo doll won’t play.

These pins will extract my revenge

And bring you to your knees.

 

I’ll seal your lips tight this time,

I won’t be stitched up again.

They’ll find you with your heart torn out

And me, a ghost in the wind.

Enlightened

14/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

Two lovers look at the stars above

              Wondering where those bright lights are

Nine muses inspiring works of art

              Throughout history and beyond

Nine worlds surrounding Yggdrasil

              To be forever journeyed though

Seven wonders of the ancient world

              Plundered and all but destroyed by man

Nine planets reduced by one

              Poor Pluto relegated to history books

Two proton beams colliding below

              Asking questions about time and space

Four horseman of the apolcalypse

              Riding ever onwards with no end

Five senses interacting with the world

              Sparking out brains and imaginations

Eight forms has the goddess Lakshmi

              Bringing with her wealth and prosperity

Metres I have turned to miles

              To be by your side once more

Per saltire my shield is divided

              Heralding my loyalty in approaching battle

Second place the world has become

              And I long to speed beyond the sun.

A Pain Never Forgotten

13/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

In the dark of night, he wishes he could forget

The creep of hands, the glow of eyes.

Even now, so long since that first time,

The memories burn though his aged soul.

He shivers at the very thought

Of setting foot back there again;

His stomach turns, his knees grow weak,

And nails dig into palms of calloused hands.

The smell of old man cologne lingers still

And that stench breath on his neck is hot

Feeling it though he is alone tonight

And he dare not close his eyes at all.

For even sleep brings no relief,

Dreams haunting him in waking terror.

Monsters ooze out of shadowed walls

And he is, again, a child with no escape –

No haven safe nor hiding spot

Where they would not find him just this night.

He draws in the air so foul – decrepit –

Recalling every wrinkle and every hair,

And wishing for the world to stop

So he might end this torment he can’t unsee.

Before waking eyes in mirrors harsh,

Staring back at him as through his eyes

A monster he cannot outrun.

He feels the tears, tastes them still,

Forever staining cheeks now old

Yet falling from eyes that are too young

To have known the evil that others do.

The Ocean

12/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

Oh, to sail the seas with Pytheas

And see the midnight sun,

To map the continents with Ptolemy

With newly determined latitude.

 

Or to dive for sunken treasure

In major shipping ports,

Never imagining where it might lead

And how information gleaned might be used.

 

What a treat to meet Magellan

Before his untimely demise

And to continue with his fleet

As they circumnavigated the world.

 

Or maybe to use the first diving bell

And be submerged for nigh on an hour

Seeing what de Lorena saw

And wondering what more there might be.

 

How strange to row a leather clad boat

Underneath the River Thames,

Twelve oarsman to power it

And Drebbel at the helm.

 

Or to skip ahead some many years

To board Fulton’s Nautilus

With a pioneering rudder system

Still in use today.

 

Maybe visit William H James’ workshop

To see him and his miraculous device –

A self-contained underwater breathing apparatus

Requiring no tether to the surface.

 

Or accompany Charles Darwin

Aboard the H.M.S. Beagle

And see the very origins

Of The Origins of Species.

 

How I’d love to transport Edward Forbes

Forward through time and space

To visit the depths below the waves

Where he thought there’d be no life.

 

Or to be introduced to Louis de Pourtales

And esteemed Charles Wyville Thomson

As they discover there is no azoic zone

And life always finds a way.

 

What would it have been like to be aboard

A voyage of scientific discovery,

Sailing the oceans on the Challenger

Long before it’s namesake blasted into space.

 

Or maybe listening to the sea floor

In an acoustic exploration to the ocean,

Learning at the feet of Fessenden

In an icy wonderland.

 

Could I have troubled Beebe and Barton

For a ride in the bathysphere,

Discovering bioluminescent creatures

Never before seen by man?

 

Or perhaps stand with startled fishermen

As they brought a dinosaur back from the dead –

Once thought to be long extinct,

The Coelacanth lives on still.

 

If I could converse with Gagnan and Cousteau

About the aqua-lung and breathing regulators,

About revolutionising underwater exploration,

And it’s all made them feel.

 

Or be part of a hydrographic survey

In the midst of World War II,

Developing new technologies

And bettering existing ones.

 

I’d really rather like to take a trip

In a bathyscaphe with Auguste Piccard,

Plunging deeper into the ocean,

Pushing the limits to which humans could go.

 

Or maybe with his son, Jacques,

To the deepest point of the ocean,

Aboard the Trieste they saw wonders

New to the biological landscape.

 

To stand on the deck of a ship

Discovering seven miles of water below

A place called the Marianas Trench,

Though I prefer the Challenger Deep.

 

Or to pick the brains of Marie Tharp

Who discovered a rift valley

Which extends 40,000 nautical miles

And evidences continental drift.

 

The idea of deep-sea drilling

Perhaps doesn’t seem very exciting

But the samples brought back to the surface

Lead to the modern theory of plate tectonics.

 

Or what about spending a month

Submerged off the coast of America

Cramped in with 5 other people

Studying the Gulf Stream in all its glory.

 

I’d have loved to be aboard Alvin

Discovering deep-sea hydrothermal vents,

Ecosystems beyond the suns reach

And relying on chemosynthesis.

 

Or diving with Sylvia Earle in Hawaii,

Unconnected to the world above,

Over 1000 feet below the surface,

In a pressurised metal suit.

 

To watch Smith and Sandwell

Mapping the seafloor from space

By using declassified Geosat data

And enhancing accuracy like never before.

 

Or to be part of the team

That completed the census of all marine life,

Making a searchable online directory

Of what and where life exists, and how much.

 

To be there when Michael Lombardi

Created an underwater habitat,

Not for fish but for human beings but

To comfortably assist with decompression.

 

Or to capture video of mythical beasts

Like the enigmatic giant squid,

Not just study the lifeless remains

Caught up in nets or washed ashore.

 

What else might we have yet to discover

At the bottom of the deep blue sea?

Will we ever have all the answers

Or will there always be something new to find?