Out to Sea

Life carried me out to sea gently on the waves, so subtle, like a faint whisper, that I didn't even notice at first.  Soon I became farther and farther from the shore of the person I wanted to be.  Dreams and childhood became like a mirage, fuzzy and liquid, sinking to the bottom.  That young self was dissolved into the lapping waves on the Sea. 

Now what is left is bare and new, yet still floating and drifting on the same sea.  There are always new dreams that bubble to the surface some of them are absorbed and others sink back again.  Still drifting, there is hope that one day a new self will appear and stay, or perhaps totally fade away.