On a Boat
A lost soul is on a boat sailing on the clouds of dreams. There are winds trying to make me lose my path and faith in the bright future. I know we are born to suffer and struggle in life but how to reach the correct destination?! The sea is rough and the winds are turning into storms and I fear falling off my boat. I keep wondering if this is a river? An ocean? Or a mere sea? I can see wonderful trees and shine at the river side; so is it a river? I can’t see clearly; so is it a sea? It is too perfect to be a river or a sea it is a huge, pure and awesome ocean but it is so deep that I fear sinking in it. “Why do you fear sinking?” asked the boat; “it is the first time I am sailing in a boat and I don’t know how to swim or what to do or how to act,” said me. The cloud is sad I feared it for it is my dreams that I have been dreaming of my whole life. But I am sorry my dear beautiful cloud, I don’t fear you, I fear the storm. This storm is not inside me but outside, my cloud, so