Wishes Live To Hope

The more I think I really know, the less I understand The farther out to sea I drift, the more I miss the land The stormier the days repeat, my soul to chase the sun The rules I once thought hard and fast, denounced and on the run The more I think, the less I feel, my spirit inexcused The hours spent off from myself, those times I stay confused As days fade into sleepless nights, the moon to haunt my dreams Where wishes live to hope again —if I can just believe (1st Book Of Prayers: June, 2019)