The tides, slowly,
ebb and flow
gently smoothing
the roughs of my soul...
The past is just a memory
The future: just a distant dream
The present: blissful reverie
Take me far, far, away...
Let the rivers flow, freely
Back into the ocean's womb
Let the streams, gracefully,
Filter through the soft Earth soil...
Take me, with you,
I don't care where,
Carry me along,
I won't ask questions
(I don't need answers)
I will, simply,
let go of
me.