My soul craves adventures over the high seas
Searching hidden treasures in the long-forgotten deep
With wings of wood and white
On the winds blown with might
Far I go, tall I stand on the waves
Thus goes the dream, thus the mad raves
For I’m stuck on land, in marshes I wade
Wearily, wearily, bits of my soul begin to fade
Where I’m going, I do not know
Phoenix or mermaids – I long to grow
My wisdom so far is + 0
The path is obscured, I’m blind to all
I am so slow I cannot tell the fall
With a spark of something resisting
A patch of glue to hold it all
But a ghost if that blink of self keeps waning
Sometimes, that tower as a dungeon looks proud
Sometimes, it could crumble and drown under a shroud
The mystery of it all is the pain
Of grand and wonderful wishes
Burned down to something utterly small.
(c)K.M.o.S.2021