The drifter
In a world of light
there is no place for me
this city of naked lies
is not the place to be.
So restless,
this travelling heart
and too calm this sea,
pretending security
but the surface
already is too scarred.
I find my storm
in velvet darkness,
by the wind
I am blown away
and with the truth behind me,
I am floating,
a drifter on the ocean,
looking for a place to stay.