To be found....

lost in the midst of time,
Berserk wilderness surrounding,
Oaring thy boat get's tougher,
As the wind gets wilder.
the journey started way back,
facing the storm, no matter what came and passed by.
since long have i been waiting,
for the sun to shine bright and strong.
i need a beautiful change,
now i am tired to see the moon wax and wane.
i this bizarre wilderness of time,
with every  oar,
i stroke to move,
to see the sun shine bright,
not to be lost but to be found in the midst of the,