If I am cast on an island
Lost in the deep lethal sea,
Then time and space control the tide
Whose currents bring life to me.
When tides flow in and touch the shore
Where promise and hope collide
Then currents conform to fancy
And ambition and hope coincide.
When the island is lost in the sea
And songs from the past fill the air
The currents draw into a vacuum
My heart to become unaware
That I have succumbed to distractions
And proffered away valued dreams
Whose kaleidoscopic patterns change
To plant in my life new extremes.
Then I stand on the shore of the sea
And measure my meagerness there
As I sift through my disappointments
I suddenly become aware
Of poor choices that ripped from my grasp
The sweet things in life I would find
Were it not for misguided values
forsaking the heart for the mind.
I know full well so deep down in side
That I can never go back
To fine everything just as it was
presented in pure white and black.
I must embrace all I hold dear,
All those things I don't want to lose,
Those treasures staked at the crossroad
Those treasures I might fail to choose.
So, if in life I am castaway
And feel weighted down with despair
My sole mission is staying alive:
To continually breathe in life's air,
That with the sun and each new day
I rise and await each new tide
Having faith and the courage to live
I take adversity in stride.
I can see that wherever I am
If I view my life with dismay,
It won't matter if I am alone
I'll find I am life's castaway.
Ne'er again to be cast away
by elements of lesser worth,
Everything now dear to my heart
Will change with the morrow's birth. |
