For the last few days, weeks, months, years,
I have been wandering.
Whiling my time away,
They say “All those who wander
are not lost”
Or am I just fancying myself
to be Faust?
Mary Oliver asked me – “Tell me, what is it you plan to do,
With your one wild and precious life?”
Figuring this out is painful,
And the cause of a lot of strife.
Being the “Captain of my soul”
Is tough, it is.
Especially alone, and without a compass,
in black rough seas.