Anekdoten

Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden
Am I too late? Are you gone now forever?
So many things I never did tell you
So many things, but still not much getting done
Examining memories, dissecting dreams
Looking for visions and great, long lost schemes
Half-baked ideas were all that I found
No guide to my future, no key to what I've become
I am an island, a ship on a sea
I drift with the winds
Where the currents will lead
I am an island, a star in the night