Just when I thought I was ashore,
My waves ***** once more,
Here I stare at the walls above,
Lying, aware of nothing more.
Just when I thought I was home,
Just when I thought I could be alone,
In, and out of my fleeting realities,
I fly athunder'd by this reckless mind,
I fly, blunder'd into the past I'd thought I'd left behind.
Quiet, I say.
There's nothing left to say but,
There's no need to cry,
I'd merely thought I'd lost my way,
I just have to remember,
Will never be my tomorrows.
~Robert van Lingen