Many a time I have forgotten where I am,
How long have I been in this place, an hour? A year?
The length of time dawns on me, and I can feel it sinking into my heart,
What have I done in that time, how have I shown my love for the place I stay?
Exists as I choose, they say,
But what if I am not right to choose?
I am chilled, relaxed, floating in the stream of life,
though today I feel like I am stuck in the reeds, not a bad place to be
help me, guide me
BENT ON LOVE 