Change course…
Far too long I’ve drifted
Like that bark on the stream
fallen from its tree
It seems;
The shore far from sight…
The horizon blurs in the distance
I sink in the whirlpool of my
imaginings
How can it be?
I get a grip
While the faint sound of the bell
beckons me still
Time is of the essence here
my dear
No time to waste.
