A strange new feeling in a place you’ve always known,
A change in the winds that have always blown.
An uncomfortable sensation throwing your life askew,
A change in course guiding you somewhere new.

Scrambling for the maps, looking to find a familiar star,
Anything to give a sense of where you are.
Adrift in a vast void place, trusting the current to take you somewhere safe.
Another gust blasts the sail and takes your faith.

A man you knew once before steps aboard, young and reckless he charters his course.
Confident and strong he grabs the helm with force.
On his face is an old familiar grin, slight stubble over the dimple of his chin.
His hair unkempt and anything but thin

Sitting in his shadow, your blood starts to flow, one foot then the other you rise to stand.
The gale comes again whilst you ready your hand
He turns to face you, the man at the helm, it’s now that you realise,
You know who he is by the look in his eyes

Full of ambition, stupidity and joy. The look of a man the heart of a boy.
You know all the things this man will come to destroy.
But right now you know its best for him to be in control.
You’re much too lost, a wandering soul.

His smile fades away as he points off ahead, but you stare at him instead.
Knowing everything he has ever said.
I’m sorry I lost you, I thought it was best, you stumble to find the right words,
But you know this whole thing is absurd

The look in the eyes, the courage, the strength, the dimple of his chin.
Even the stupid unflattering grin.
Every part of his being is so familiar to you, everthing this man will come to do,
Are the things that already happened to you.