I long for the present,
To embrace it with confidence,
But my mind is its own wanderer.

Once fixated on the stormy sea,
Its tango as it dances the night,
But then it’s gone,
Suffocated by my thoughts.

Crumpled away and never to be seen,
Confusion as it’s buried under the bed.
A mind that is too active,
A mind that dreams too much?
Give me the answer I long for.

Oh please o’ gospel,
Oh please o’ soul,
Bring me back into the heavens of this world,
I know I need to trust you,
I know I need to follow you,

But I need to find light again.
That glimmer,
That sparkle,
That I crave to cherish as my own.
I know you’re drowsy,
O’ soul,
But you need to trust in the process,
To gain that elusive gemstone,

Called ‘home’.