The wind

Sometimes the winds blows our ships
Towards each other
Side by side sail our ships
Then the currents drift us apart

That’s how it goes
You see the other ship drift
Towards a far horizon and think:
When does the current shift?

Everything is full of surprises
Sometimes you understand
Sometimes you don’t
You can hope try walk forget or just stand

You can hope try walk forget or just stand
Or let go, see what comes at hand
You can hope try walk forget or just stand
Or let go, see what comes at hand

@D sent to S