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

The farther 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 fade into sleepless nights,
the moon to haunt my dreams

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

(1st Book Of Prayers: June, 2019)