boat
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Lurching from side to side,
the winds of culture, education, and relationships
washed my little mind to and fro.
My little mind, asail at sea,
From whence I was born
my life was in motion,
constantly flowing
like waves in the ocean.
Smaller at first
without much commotion,
then larger at last
just like an an explosion.
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.
A boat.
That is what I want,
when left on an abandoned island,
marooned in the middle of nowhere.
A boat
to set me afloat,
away from that desert island,
When I quit rowing
I can really start living
Joy will soon return
When I quit rowing
My old soul will be restored
Joy will soon prevail
When I quit rowing
I want you to trust me.
I want the smiles,
The laughter,
And the love back…
I don’t want these tears…
I don’t want these fears…
I want you
To believe in us,
To believe in me…
I wonder,
If you ever think of me.
Of all the nights
We spent side by side,
My head on your chest,
Arms intertwined,
As our hands engulfed each other’s.
I wonder
Our boat is sinking, and I hold tightly to it.
I tell you it will be alright. I tell you it may stay afloat.
Our boat is sinking, and I slide to the end.
The roaring of the seas,
Clogs my ears for me.
Fears pound around my head,
Hidden now and then,
By rising droplet armies,
From the Deep it rises
I catch my breath for it surprises
me when I see
it a hundred feet below me
It's scales shining in the water
like a knight in shining amor.
It gets closer as I reel.
