I was following my mind like a map,
a forgotten compass that would give me a sense of
direction. Hoping to be found,
paradoxically, becoming all the more lost
than I had been before. Because I was becoming
a stranger to familiar lands, embracing the heart
of a sailor who departed foreign shores
setting sail
with ambition and strength
all aboard.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
I was following my mind like a map,
a forgotten compass that would give me a sense of
direction. Hoping to be found,
paradoxically, becoming all the more lost
than I had been before. Because I was becoming
a stranger to familiar lands, embracing the heart
of a sailor who departed foreign shores
setting sail
with ambition and strength
all aboard.
