I am a sensible captain in the rough sea.
I got so used to it, that I often even distrust a lighthouse that wants to show me the way.
Is it my way?
What if it will come to an end?
Stopping the movement is like dying.
I prefer the ups and downs of the sea and never coming back home.
Go captain, go a-way!
Riding the waves is the same fun as getting drunken.
And then: You!
An island of mirrors, far away and deep inside at the same time:
A wizard of words singing sweet like the sirens that try to stop Odysseus' travels.
I am tying myself to the mast of my ship of habits.
You say that your "star moves to release" and maybe that wakes my fear.
Although being free is one of my greatest wishes, my ego is not very amused about being released from what it built over the past years.
- I am trying to outwit it by moving in circles. -
But when you crossed my way, my ego got drunken - it's blown up to the sky already.
It is not meant as a reproach, really.
- I'm just trying to describe my acting as a fool. -
I am not looking for the Truth, I am looking for Unity.
Whenever I think I found it, it just unveils itself as just another part of a greater connection.
The only way out is the way in.
Loving and not knowing that you do.
Stopping to think and being aware of it!
This is not my last will.
I wish it could be an endless beginning.
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