The direction of my life
An empty binnacle
Head strong and heading nowhere fast
Stubborn like a windblown mast
In a maelstrom of scattered thought
Fair ye well, I fair not
Tumult and chaos in endless bound
Tossed and torn asunder, I am
On this wave less drift aground
To sail a path I have not found
From the crow’s nest, view
My hopes all drown
Beyond the arc of the horizon
Sets life’s frown
There lies the compass of my life
Nicely written poem with great meaning for many of us. I enjoyed, thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderfully written...a fine poem!