A Thought of My Own

I have not thought a thought of my own in weeks
and half of what I think, I'm ashamed to speak
solitude has been my anchor for years
but in sharing my heart, I'm alone in my fears
and now my ship is floating away with ease
my anchor is gone and my heart's with the breeze
and I can't help but think that if there were road signs at sea
they would be yellow and blinking and pleading with me