maybe there is none.
from far out at sea
waves are rolling,
nothing else,
no voice to reach,
no harbour i see,
just sailing on
maybe to be washed
ashore, stranded.
i follow seagulls,
nobody else.
i listen, the roar of
this sea, the gulls,
my thoughts whirling,
still, i steer this ship
through storm, through
all, follow stars,
i left all at home,
here i am free
no more hope,
only fate, i must
and must follow
the wind
and the small voice
inside, none other,
no opinions on me,
no words. i go.
