Sometimes I get lost

     In my bed,

Floating around                      
                  
A sea of unleashed thoughts,

Tidal waves of ideas                    

Ships of good intentions.    

Leave me in their wake,

Without a second glance.                    

My thoughts
                  
                         Send out a ripple.

A simple cry for help.


This life boat slowly sinking,
Into the depths of plain white sheets

Maybe tomorrow.                

I'll set sail.