Trappings

A rudderless boat; it floats slowly downstream unoccupied.
I find my image here, no companionship; a road traveled alone.
Underneath my exterior, I am wise; I am foolish; I am beautiful; I am everything.

A keeper, I am not;
A decider, I do not;
A dove, I dream.

I dream of one-thousand landscaped never traversed;
I speak in one-thousand tongues foreign to me.

My blood boiled once; now, it simmers.
I gently wade through red waters towards the rudderless boat.

Once in, I climb aboard and immediately forget why I came here.
With no direction, I simply float.
Alone, with none-other than my thoughts;
trappings are a daily occurrence.