I am. I haven't set sail yet, and I've already lost my way. I've had older sailors tell me that it's too early to be lost, but that opinion isn't a guide; it doesn't matter what they say.
I used to have a map, but it wasn't finished. I wrote it as a child, dreaming of stars. the direction of the map has completely diminished.
now, all I know is that I can't stop trying. if I lose momentum now, I'll sink and never surface. all I have is hope that I'll find where I'm going without crying.
all I have is hope that I'll find where I'm going without crying never-ending tears that flood my ship.