I sail with ship wrecked from the outside
With broken sheaths and hollows divide
Destroyed by seas, ruined in surprise
What the past brings, now ever sublime.
I sail upon the water reversed
With nowhere to go but here, astern
Upended as tides swiftly turns
It offers neither an exit, nor a return.
I sail what these memories had brought
Should I escape, no one had thought
For I, alone, can't escape the ride
The ride that brings me backwards behind.
I sail the ship afraid to fall
Once more in this ever altered world
Since knowing the right direction
Doesn't always make up the correction.
I sail the ship worn out by time
To conceal those scars left by
Is it so hard to possibly
Redo the things that were meant to be?
I sail the ship barely knowing what's right
Not to ponder or wonder what the past foretold
For it will bring nothing like delight
But keep you from your destiny's divine.
I sail the ship wtih new fortitude
Steering the wheel towards the right azimuth
Aboard with me a tale untold
As it breaks loose in a cage once closed.
Should I escape, no one had thought
For I, alone, can't escape the ride
The ride that brings me backwards behind.
I sail the ship afraid to fall
Once more in this ever altered world
Since knowing the right direction
Doesn't always make up the correction.
I sail the ship worn out by time
To conceal those scars left by
Is it so hard to possibly
Redo the things that were meant to be?
I sail the ship barely knowing what's right
Not to ponder or wonder what the past foretold
For it will bring nothing like delight
But keep you from your destiny's divine.
I sail the ship wtih new fortitude
Steering the wheel towards the right azimuth
Aboard with me a tale untold
As it breaks loose in a cage once closed.
To live this earth
and land anew.
Thy cherished memory,
begone from mind.
Where things took place,
hope's never gone.
To live this earth,
make a writing place.
As the circle
tick tocks
the final minute,
I lay buried
in soft sheep as pillows.
They say
prepare to escape
in another lit.
My eyes
slowly arced,
they long bellowed.
Can I compare thee
to a lovely tree?
Over the roof,
its blossom shall be.
Rather ugly
as lost ducklings
finding beauty.
Not equal in my eyes,
where you stood.
Undeniably.
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