I really have nothing for you right now.
I wanted to share with you the world, but I stepped out of it empty handed.
I would have told you about all the wonderful experiences Ive had in the past, but I'm trying to forget.
If I release the happy memories then the sad memories will be easier to let go of.
I'd rather become neutral as an unrocked boat upon the sea. Or at least one that's gone untethered so it doesn't mind being jostled to and fro.
I wanted to be a fisher of men with you, but my net has too many holes and I've some mending to do.
So I have nothing for you, but me, hopefully I'll be enough.