Bobbin on the Ocean

Tossed again into this ocean of man
pushed this way
thrown that way
Can I really do this again?

Waves of words come crashing
current pulls me
stirs me
Why should I bother thrashing?

Have I come
Have I gone
Will this cycle never be done?

I crave a storm
I am part hart
I am part whore
I know not what form.

Come find me now
before I float away
be my anchor
and before you my head and heart will bow.