The sun shines
on Portsmouth
but not where
I am
There's nothing but
wishing on stars
Two thousand five
hundred light years
from home
How did I wander
so far?
The east wind
is blowing
The anchor
is weighed
I’m turning
my back to
the gale
With a flask
on my hip
and a stiff upper lip
and a promising
wind in my sail
And maybe
I’ll make it
or maybe
I won’t
The future
is so hard
to see
Too much
has happened
and so much
is lost
and I don't know
who I’m supposed
to be...
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Author:
Coyote (
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Comments7
Reminds me of this beautiful song:
https://youtu.be/UcFP-9CUcWM
"I'm lost at sea,
the radio is jammed
I bet they won't find me
I swear it's for the best..."
A wonderful read x
That's a great song. I've never heard it. Tfs
I ❤ Andrew McMahon. If you like that, you should try Zac Clark too - an incredible poet:
https://youtu.be/1jcg-MuyBXQ
xxx
Sounds like a windy autumn day. Beautiful!
Thank you Arvy🙂
Beautiful !🙂
Wonderful last line and poem,
I feel like my comments are getting redundant, but once again your words blow me away.
I love that this has a sense of hope despite feeling lost. At least that's how I read it...
When I felt like I didn't know who I was supposed to be, I took comfort in seeing life as a blank canvas waiting for art. So keep that stiff upper lip and take heart.
Be who you want to be Coyote, beautiful write. 👍
That sea of life is there for us all and with age I can see where I am going Coyote.
Andy
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