324. Another Sunken Memory

I don’t exactly know the right words,

and I sure as hell don’t know the right thoughts.

And sometimes I don’t even know where life will take me,

or if I deserved to win in every battle I’ve ever fought.

I’m not entirely sure if I can find that bit of hope,

because I’m headed down this forever stream,

And all I’ve got is this paddle and a rowboat,

But there is some motivation that’s propelling me,

And I wonder how far I can go before it runs out,

before my whole world comes crashing down,

before I can’t row this boat any further,

and before I allow myself to drown.

But I don’t think I want to do that,

I’ve already made it this far.

And I couldn’t stop rowing, now,

I’d no longer have a beating heart.

My heart was tied to this boat,

as I sailed downstream,

and I wondered if others had boats like this one,

that were finding their paths, 

their own destinies. 

Were they all floating downstream, too,

Or had theirs already made it to the open sea? 

I had to keep rowing with such a thought in mind,

because if not, what then would I be

Another sunken memory?