Row

Here I find myself, stranded in the middle of the ocean

With no sight of land, I row aimlessly in search of a home

Home from where I started, keeping me awake on days when I can hear my last sleep knocking 

I see no one guiding me to my destination, I have forgotten where to stop

 

The cold of the night chills me to my very spine, yet I remember that home is warmer

I suppose my curious feet wandered too far, my way lost as I took my first step

The water around me is still, undisturbed by my movements

My actions inconsequential, to this great ocean, my protector, my cage

 

Having lost my comrades to a stormy night, I row alone in a broken boat

But there are some things to keep me company, my spirit withering and patience losing 

I long for a human touch, the one I rejected years ago

But only if my wishes could be granted, I’d ask nothing more than the will to row

 

This ocean that lies in front of me, fills me with a unique calm

Some days it plays with me, tricks me into seeing illusions 

Moon meets the water on the horizon, and I see it the same every night 

I hear the knocking again, and maybe I must answer this time.