10 Moving Through Life. Chapter Ten: The Island

In my reminisces I miss the old days, not caring for whatever life lays.

Times where people could say something nice, when I could break the ice.

Twice more, I feel by myself, caught by a tidal wave, waiting for a chance to be saved.

I'm just going further out in the ocean, tossed in a commotion, it's not just a notion.

The wave carries me anywhere it wants, far, far, away, inland to a island nobody knows where.

I need to build my own boat, take a stand, row myself out of this land.

The wave, a great big hand, gathers its towers of water, powers of force unrequited.

Shouldn't I move on?

Move to where I can't see the bad, park my thoughts where I won't recall the sad.

Put them out of place of any space in my head, throw it out the window.

Or maybe I should just look forward to what comes next, make new members in my mind, inside all good things aligned.

Memories.

Make more memories, precious gems, locked away in the dens of splendor.