Stood by the gate at the foot of the gardennAm I too late? Are you gone now forever?nSo many things I never did tell younSo many things, but still not much getting donennExamining memories, dissecting dreamsnLooking for visions and great, long lost schemesnHalf-baked ideas were all that I foundnNo guide to my future, no key to what I've becomennI am an island, a ship on a seanI drift with the windsnWhere the currents will leadnI am an island, a star in the nightnI scan the horizons for beacons of lightnLong are the hoursnStill is the seannWhen you had gone through the lost and the foundnWhat were the things that stuck in your mind?nWhen you were tossing and turning in bednWhat were the thoughts that went through your headnI know that you're longing for some greater plannA welcoming harbour, a safe place to landnAbandon the anchor, go set the sailnLashed to the mast, follow the nail!nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn