Floating
Drifting
Directionless
Rudderless
Nowhere to go
Nothing to anchor to
Drifting on the tides
Backwards
Sidewards
All around
Nothing to connect to
No direction is clear
Drifting
Floating
Through life
On the sea of time
When does it stop?
How far is time?
Searching
Searching for a directional line
Show me something at this time
Show me where to find my direction
My course
Floating
Drifting
Aimless in the sea of humanity
Show me true north
Show me
Me!
About the Creator
Donna Morgan
I am a lover of the mystical the magical and the spiritual.
I write to help others awaken to their awareness of self by interpreting feelings or deeper insights others may not know how to voice
I love to write it is my soul's work.
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