I must down to the seas again,
to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship,
and a star to steer her by.
Inevitably, though, there will always be a significant part of the past which can neither be burnt nor banished to the soothing limbo of forgetfulness. Especially when it comes to issues of oneself. I guess in a sense I was and still am that same ship which carried me to new shores, the same vessel containing all the memories and dreams of that little scared boy, who was running so fast in the night, he didn't notice that he was nowhere near home. I am the shore I left behind as well as the house I search for every evening. The voyage cannot proceed without me. And it is once again at hand.
