A SHIP ON THE WIND OF TIME

I am a ship on the wind of time,

Often it’s stormy, but sometimes it’s fine.

I sought to be free, to express the true me.

But I’m bound to the past, the world holds me fast.

What I thought was free will, is the story I tell,

As I see the future for good or for ill.

I am a ship on the wind of time

I wish to choose, but the choice isn’t mine.

I now have to know that I go with the flow.

The path is laid out, if I like it or no.

I am just as free as an ant or a flea.

I just have to follow my own destiny.

I am a ship on the wind of time

Blown this way and that, a meandering line.

I don't have to know where I am to go,

I don't have to view what I’m going to do.

I’d  like to think that my will is higher,

But I’m part of the pattern woven by Gaia.