I sit alone on this crowded boat, unaccompanied it seems,
Afloat a sea of ideals, and fears and deafening dreams,
I stop to consider all infront, and what I've left behind,
I search and seek but know not yet what I am trying to find.

I ponder simplicity on this vessel of mine,
Bobbing, drifting here and there, no purpose to my time,
So what of life, all around, a cocktail of love and loss,
From innocence to nonsense, a sea that I must cross.