You see nothing before you,
What to do,
Where to go,
A puppets show,
The wind is blowing,
Without knowing,
Carrying a seed soon to be growing,
You make a plan,
Do what you can,
A seed dies along the way,
And so you stay,

You feel like a bird,
Amongst this herd,
A bitter sting,
And you loose a wing,
The path grows longer,
But you grow stronger.

Into the unknown,
What’s next?
Hanging in space,
Into a new place,
Every corner a new face,

Love dies, your insides weaker,
Wait a while my fellow seeker,
Trying to understand,
Each idea washed away like sand,
Feeling like a distant star
How have I drifted this far?
Not the strongest telescope
Could give you any hope
Make a plan
I’m doing all I can
Where shall I set sail?
Will I prevail or to no avail?