Changing Fortunes

I think I reached out,

In the hopes that someone might miss me.

Should I become suddenly unplugged,

From this place I call home.

 

For was I not an island?

A happy little solitary thing.

Challenged by changing winds,

Yet unwilling to sink for it.

 

As I meander on my way,

I am at a loss of my route.

For did I not sketch you carefully,

These changing fortunes called destiny.

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