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. |