The more I think I really know,
  the less I understand

The further out to sea I drift,
  the more I miss the land

The stormier the days repeat,
  my soul to chase the sun

The rules I once thought hard and fast,
  denounced and on the run

The more I think, the less I feel,
   my spirit inexcused

The hours spent off from myself,
  those times I stay confused

As days drift into sleepless nights,
   the moon to haunt my dreams

Where wishes live to hope again
  —if I can just believe

(Villanova University: June, 2019)