adrift

Often I wonder if it is worthy:
consuming in so much distance and mouning,
just not to feel, not to see this is the life I meant to have.

I have no sheep to cross the sea.
I am living so passionately.
I want winter to come and cold my heart from perceiving.

I am like a river. Wildly waiting my time to collapse.
What if I do it right now?
What if tomorrow?
Let give them another moment of faith.

I am adrift.