Lost Ship

Sometimes, I want to kiss the stars

to tell them how it feels

to be the lost ship on an open ocean

to not know where the waves take me.

It’s scary out here

but then it’s not

it’s freedom, some days, confusion.

The quiet is wonderful

but even quiet get’s boring.

I tire of not knowing,

if not having a map

was the right decision.

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