The relenting call,
I want to believe those fleeting dreams,
To move on and be,
I am beguiled by the seas of everything I wanted to be,
Adrift on the forever of it all.
Writing the lines forming before me, ultimately trapped in time,
A relentless mind running blind in the wilds of what I will never become.
Yet I am young.
I follow the beating drums of a different tune,
A strange mind,
Waltz to the curious muze.
~Robert van Lingen