Voyage

It gets a little lonely here,
Inside the maze of my thoughts.
Shredding to my own bits slowly,
Often fighting against odds.
My mind becomes crowded,
As I hear a deep distant cry.
We could step in slumber either,
Or alone in recluse I shall die.
One more chance goes in vein,
While reshaping this past I try.
Standing on shore and waiting again,
For my soul to wing and be ready to fly.
My horizon lies far beyond here,
So turn the page and write no further,
Step close tonight and hold me tight,
For this voyage is our last together.