He was left alone at that boat
Floating on a sea made of tears
Dragged by unmanageable feelings
Suffocated in his own breathing
The sky above was shiny and gold
He kept staring at it till the darkness showed up
It was fascinating how loud his heart could beat
Drums announcing an upcoming inner storm....
He watched his beard grow day by day....
He felt his soul shrink little by little....
A prisioner of life's joke.
He loved more than he could bear
And he jumped into sail without care
Would he ever go back to shore? Did he want to?
He decided he couldn't live like that anymore
The sky's colors were so amazingly bright
Till he saw himself in solitude.
So he grabbed his pocketknife and carved on the wooden mast...
Something never to be read again....
If he jumped afterwards...that's unknown...
Those words.....well, they'll be there on that same boat
High seas...
For someone from somewhere, for somehow......always to ship on.
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