I don’t exactly know the right words,
and I sure as hell don’t know the right thoughts.
And sometimes I don’t even know where life will take me,
or if I deserved to win the battles I’ve fought.
I’m not entirely sure if I can find that bit of hope,
because I’m headed down this forever stream,
and all I’ve got is this paddle and rowboat—
but there is some motivation that’s propelling me.
And I wonder how far I can go before it runs out,
before my whole world comes crashing down,
before I can’t row this boat any further,
and before I allow myself to drown.
But I don’t think I want to do that—
I’ve already made it this far.
And I couldn’t stop rowing now…
I’d no longer have a beating heart.
My heart was tied to this boat
as I sailed downstream,
and I wondered if others had boats like this one—
that were finding their paths,
their own destinies.