I am lost.
With eyes open I cannot see my way
no map.
no compass.
Rudderless I do not steer
the wind blows east, I go east.
It blows west, I go west.
over the wide, wild open sea.
The land is a memory I cannot bring to mind
the trees, the grass the verdant hillside
The snow in winter
The blossom in spring
all recollections are dim
All there is the ocean and the big blue sky
the wind blows east, I go east.
It blows west, I go west.
over the wide, wild open sea.
Did once the land beneath my feet not move?
was there once soil and not sun bleached wood?
was once my bed not a deck, my pillow not bulwark?
the wind blows east, I go east.
It blows west, I go west.
over the wide, wild open sea.
