I float like an old piece of wood on the Hudson I may have a purpose But it's mysterious to me I wait in dark corners for instruction get on my bike And peddle over bridges And along rivers And wind up Back where I started In moments of weakness or strength I ask god for forgiveness And guidance And then I fall asleep and meet him somewhere Along the fractures In those breaks I go fishing A tiny rod with a string and hook I work into the cracks With no idea what I want back Standing on my heart Like a world in turmoil Alone with God A vagrant A figment An idiot With no thoughts or ideas And then something tugs on the string I keep floating Down the river Riding over bridges Advancing the myth called surrender All bones break (Inspiration) All skulls crack (Gratitude) All will turns cold (Forgiveness) In moments of strength or weakness I ask for help And then I sleep And meet God Along the fractures of my heart