A Familiar Place

Sometimes,
I felt I'm drifting inside a bottled boat
Aimlessly, with waves of time
Then, I found myself
In a familiar place
I try to paddle, and paddle
Away into the emptiness that lies ahead
As I lie and look at the vast sky
I recall the old times
And a comforting voice lingers around the mist
Turning my head around
Only to find I'm all by myself
Again, back to a familiar place

What’s left is just me
Pacing in rounds


LMX
Wednesday
03/10/18