On the ocean I floundered, yet set adrift I evolved. 

In my mind I journeyed. 

Both boats tacked a similar course.

My foolishness was bundled - hope stored fore, reality aft. 

My desperation, tightly packed. 

My world unwrapped.

If I could sail home, and brave the storm, if I sail home forgive me. 

If I could sail home, and brave the storm, if I sail home forgive me.

For the things I've done, I now have ballast. 

For the things I thought I'd done, an equilibrium of sorts.

If I could sail home, and brave the storm, if I sail home forgive me. 

If I could sail home, and brave the storm, if I sail home forgive me.