I wrote this many years ago, inspired by a lover. I'd known as soon as I set eyes on her that I should run the other way, but found myself unable to do so. Disconcerting experience I can tell you! Ended badly of course.
I sail uncharted waters here,
I can’t see my way through.
Yet trust my compass points towards,
My destination true.
I realize though, now I’ll not,
Be seeing home again.
I see you looming through the mist,
And watch my old life end.
So now in my last seconds,
Of freedom and of choice,
I see the beauty, feel the pull,
As pure and cold as ice.
Yet helpless to avoid my fate,
I do not flinch, instead,
Too late to alter course or speed,
I yell, “Full steam ahead!”