Like a paper boat on this windy sea.Battered and bruised from the to-ing and fro-ing. Drenched in the drops that be tears and not rain. I’ve lost sight of the shore, unwillingly.
All this, yes. But having lost the shore I am now awake. And with wide clear eyes I find myself, Warm and nurtured, In this world of wonder I only ever dreamed about. It's this world where wandering hearts come lost to become found.