Sail

I am viciously heading toward a feeling of not belonging

With no sense of identity at present, I feel like a branded outcast on all counts.

If you could feature me on the front page of a magazine, I would be the guy a lotta ppl knew or got along with once upon a time.

Today I am a mystery even to myself. I hardly know myself anymore.

My brain feverishly attempts to work against my heart.

I hope the brain wins this fight. My hearts done me no good so far.

I am prepared to be alone. But i don't know what I will do once I get there.

Loneliness is a leech thats been sucking on my blood for sometime.

Holding me hostage. Put out a ransom. But no one wants to buy my freedom.

And as I struggle with knots and my wrists bare the effective friction marks of tight rope

I settle down, at least in my mind to recollect all the wonderful times and am grateful.

So far its been colorful and unpredictable.

I am perhaps stronger after multiple blows and am adept to face the world.

I am drawn unto the black hole of Karma as it swindles and twirls around in an ocean...

that is both endless and without horizon.

Some days I settle quite well into everyday life...

On other days I wish to just borrow a boat, raise a flag

and set sail.

Perhaps someday I will have a destination to get to.

Until then I will watch the water, show me my reflection as it lies still to project my image without ripple.