There is an anchor thrown in such a way

you cannot lose it.
Some seek it
as if it was truth itself
others are never aware
of the power it holds. 

I go to sea
over and over again. 
I get lost....
I find heavenly shores. 
At times I dive so deep
try to taste the salty metal
just to make sure 
it there and it's real. 

Sometimes I pick up pace
as if to leave it behind. 
If I could cut the cord
could I free my mind?

But the anchor is thrown
and can never be lost 
nor never truly found. 
So out at sea
in the shelter of the woods
Anchored and free
This is who we are.