I hope you never know, and never feel,
what it is to be lost at sea.
A hopeless journey, like a drifting log,
lost to everyone, especially me.
The tide will turn and carry you in,
but not close enough to reach the shore,
before it changes, and back to sea you return,
more bewildered than you were before.
A storm at sea is little known,
only to those who are in the zone,
a fight for life, a fight to breathe,
you tell yourself you can still believe,
in humankind and a loving heart,
but then you find yourself back at the start.
The drifting log begins to break,
and fall apart within its wake,
becoming splinters on the ocean floor,
the drifting log is no more.
