Stranded I await
for signs, for answers
that may come my way
In a day, a word, a gesture
and when it comes, what would I say?
For the path to walk is so unclear
My tide is low, my movement lost
Where to go, a mystery to me
Rooted, in this space of now
My final port, I don’t see
Don’t want to falter
don’t want to fall
don’t want to sink
into an unknown hole
Just await, the best, I think
It will come, it will tell
and then I shall answer
with a clarity of voice
in this circus of a world
I will make my choice
and so I await
for my tide to come in
Entire being reaching
to be carried to the place
where my heart and mind would be meeting.
