Lately I feel like a boat all at sea
Lost on the wild ocean
Broken free
From former ties
And as the tide rocks and rolls
I remember to breathe
Keeping awareness of my feet
Sensing myself and my centre
So often lost to me
And as we move through the crowd
I remember all the moorings
That broke along shore
As I realise
I do not know what I am living for
Anymore
But love
"to create, to love, to live" - 3rdofthe3rd
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Maybe you were moored in the wrong place so breaking free might be a good thing or you might just run aground on the rocks…….
Lol i think the former is pretty spot on and the later is a distinct possibility!!!