My life is a series of contradictions
Lost directions and plans that never get written
Surrounded by chaos
As troublesome as the seas
On a night when tempests rage at their peak
I try to live somewhere between
The rising Crest of the waves
And the point at which it breaks upon the water below
Try as I might
I drown in the white water and wonder
Will I ever truly live as I did before,
When life was young and adventures sweet?
The world so promising back then
Is the world still full of dreams that I can attain?
Or are we all just living another man’s fantasy,
Trying desperately to conform
To the picture he draws out for us
The image he wishes to see?