Destination...

Destination.

You've made me thee man i used to be,
but slowly I'm sinking, and ask "is this me?"
Quickly drifting on vast ocean tides,
destination unknown, where are those times.

Did you know you've made me half the man
i used to be. I thought you knew me,
but you couldn't see.
I'am sailing rudderless in the act of god
Hoping that i strand on a bank of mud.

I am what i am, and i know my name,
there's no one that can change my game.
To turn the sails you need at least, a little
brease from the west heading east...

Le Marquis