Half my life, I was adrift,
Flowing like a feather in air,
Following the wind,
Riding the tide,
Never stopping, never did I care.
But the winds changed every so often,
Taking me places I didn’t want to go,
Showing me sights of doom,
Things I couldn’t ever un-see.
I could turn, but I chose to stay.
Suddenly the wind stopped,
Dropping me to the ground,
Far away from home,
I lay wondering if I could walk,
Where would I go, when I had to decide?
Lying there on the salty panes of desertion,
I decided to tread down a path I didn’t know existed.
It was then that I first found gravity,
The joy of surety and the anticipation of what lies ahead.
It was there that I found you, my love.
The reason why I was left drifting alone.
Little did I know; my memory was adrift too.
And I floated back to where I began.