Island

 
 
I feel the breeze at dusk become
Slightly warming as I come near-
The island I’ve been searching for
Where the purpose is unclear
 
My fear, concern, myself, or not  
Disintegrates before my eyes
This row boat slows a little more
As dusk becomes sun-rise
 
The scalding heat , claims many victims  
Faultless , as it may be
There is no wrong or right or circumstance
There is no more a need.....
 
To be successful in the past
Or make solid goals tomorrow  
My imagination intercepts stray stars  
But all of them are hollow
 
And as minuscule my one mind is
Accumulating among similar types
I care of less  how I fit in  
Because that island looks so nice