Of anchors, hands are weighed.
By Dubhaigan •
As if,
boats followed that
ghostly stream
the one that leads to heaven
and the other place
life seems like a race
but do those boats race?
it would help me escape,
to get away from here,
to escape my fears
old habits die hard
and will they follow me?
is that what the anchor
intends to be?
old habits.