My boat drifts away

Wed, 10/12/2016 - 12:09 -- kevboat

My boat drifts away from the dock

I sit and watch my dreams die.


How do I say, “it is okay, you have a plan.”

You do have a plan, right?


The boat drifts to the horizon, my stomach drifts with it.


“Well you should pray about it.”

 “You should tell other people. We love you.”


The boat is out of sight and I am out of time.


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