
A leaf blown about by the wind,
a lone goose flying against a slate gray sky
a piece of driftwood stranded in an eddy,
an ever restless heart, never knowing why.
Forever my steps take me yonder,
my gaze is drawn toward the horizon.
I long to feel the wind in my face,
and my back burned by the sun.
Of all God's wayward children
surely I am the most;
A strange combination of loneliness
and a deep desire to be alone.
Masses of clouds billowing across the sky,
the ever changing waves of the sea,
why should you care for me?
A piece of driftwood, stranded in an eddy.
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