There might of been a day, when I didn’t care.
I hated my past then, but now I can share.
At one time, I believed in right and wrong.
But was never truly concerned, with getting along.

There are gaps in my tale, where I walk alone.
Without talking, or acting, or using a phone.
A point at which, an island came forth.
One which trapped me, and stole my worth.

Barren and desolate, emptiness abound.
An angry beat from Earth, a repetitive sound.
All by myself, dreary in this isolated place,
I waited and waited, for the sign of a face.

Furious and beaten, again and again.
My anger thrown round, actions soaked in sin.

No one was to ever show,
No boat did I ever see row.
Nothing was found to be free,
Just me, and only me.

Then realization struck me, like a ton of feathers.
It seemed all too easy, ending my stormy weathers.
I simply saw a harbor that is in us all,
An island in which each prays we do not fall.