Columbus

So, I guess I don't know

what I'm doing anymore.

But I'm going to do it

anyways. 

I set sail without a compass,

an adequate map,

or the faintest scent 

of a direction.

If I keep going,

I'm bound to end up somewhere;

a faraway land, 

with cinnamon shores.

I'd settle for a familiar coast-

a warm welcome 

at the mouth of the harbor.

At this point I'm not picky.

I just need land, 

I need the earth under my feet.

I need something keeping me stable. 

-LMA