My Course

My Course

What fair wind must I ride, 
Away from twisted shades of despair.
It's not as though I'm dead inside, 
I just don't really care.

My lack of giving everything,

Is not by choice,

But made. 
Chained to what I thought I loved,

That plans in stone are laid.

Blown about on troubled wind,

Is now the course I've set.
For lost at sea is a better me,

For all the life I've left.