Sailing

Sailing

along the open sea

with nothing around me but water.

The wind is blowing at my back,

because I chose to have it that way.

It really isn’t the direction I want to go,

but I’d rather not fight against the wind.

I tried to fight it once,

but I wasn’t successful.

Well, I had succeeded for a little while,

but it became too powerful for me to handle.

Besides, it never blows in the same direction anyhow.

So, I’m, just rolling along,

just some waves and I,

floating on to someplace unknown to me.

And I’m still sailing

along the open sea

with nothing around me but...water.

I didn’t choose to make this journey,

but something tells me I’m not alone out here.

At least I hope I’m not alone out here.

I just haven’t found anyone else.

I yelled out loud to see if anyone could hear me.

But no one heard my message,

Or at least no one chose to respond.

And my voice lost it’s fight against the wind as well.

Besides, I found some dolphins who have kept me company.

So, I’m still just rolling along

just these waves (and some dolphins) and I

floating on to someplace still unknown to me.

And I’m quietly sailing

along the open sea

with nothing around me but......water.

I have no one to share my sunsets with

nor my sunrises, except myself and my mind,

which are both riding with me, even though at times it seems like one or the other or even both have jumped overboard.

I tried to convince them to stay,

but they sometimes do whatever they please.

They always eventually come back, though,

and I have yet to figure out their pattern.

besides, sometimes it’s peaceful when they’re not around.

So, I’m still just silently rolling along

just the waves (and some dolphins and my mind and myself) and I

floating on to someplace still quietly unknown to me.

And I’m anxiously sailing

along the open sea

with nothing around me but.........water.

I have no one to help me hang on in the storms

yet I have survived them all so far.

No two storms have held the same plight

although each one has stolen both my silence and my sunrises.

And so now I’m fighting a much stronger wind this time

coming at me from all directions at once.

And amongst the sudden rush of hectic noise,

I’m also trying to keep track of some dolphins, myself and my mind,

And in the end, the storms somehow have created a sense of hesitant relief.

And I’m still just silently and anxiously rolling along.

just the waves

(and some dolphins

and my mind and myself

and my sense of hesitant relief)

and I,

floating on to someplace still tensely and quietly unknown to me.