swept by unseen currents i twist
a broken twig in a wide wide river
this is not what i would have wished
in these waves i gasp and shiver
this winter’s night is full of frost
and i am battered, beaten, and torn
but i must not give up despite the cost
i must win through to the morn
an escape do i verily see
i must carve my own body into a ship
for in this way only should i win free
and find my way to a sandy strip
discard all ballast and freight
only essentials must remain
carry no meaningless weight
this ship is by love maintained
with heavy soul i’ll go under
with untrained mind i’ll surely sink
i must let go to become wonder
in purity, with truth i must think
this path does have its danger
but to this i’m no stranger
for there is no worthier goal
than to purify one’s soul