Lost in this world without a bearing
Like a message in bottle at sea
Carried by waves of different sizes
Drifting at the waves command
Momentarily settles on the shore
Then taken away by salty waters
Pushed down hard from the surface
A hurried resurface to gasp for air
It is a never ending cycle
Being stranded and then washed away
A game of patience and struggles
Till someone picks me up and keep me safe
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
Lost in this world without a bearing
Like a message in bottle at sea
Carried by waves of different sizes
Drifting at the waves command
Momentarily settles on the shore
Then taken away by salty waters
Pushed down hard from the surface
A hurried resurface to gasp for air
It is a never ending cycle
Being stranded and then washed away
A game of patience and struggles
Till someone picks me up and keep me safe
There will always be someone who is waiting for you settle on their shore.
