Of some young, wayward
Soul
To ride along the desert
Alone?
Or maybe, instead,
They might take to the
Seas.
The waves their companions
No direction in stone,
Just a pull of a string.
Would they search for
Salvation
In the light of the stars,
Find love in the heart
Of a dream they can't know?
Lost
In the search,
For that which is
Unknown.
Could they ever lay down
The guard they have nurtured?
Forgive
Their own nature,
To try something new?
Or might it just be
That their lot has been
Set,
Locked in a gutter,
Strung with regret?
