Much Time Lost
Many fine years spent filtering the dark,
until my clock ceased to measure the day.
Crammed into an old tower I did stay,
having no freedom, all was quite stark.
Then I drank like a captain with no shore,
in aqua waves of the ocean alone.
Meaning was lost in personal tones,
evading health in an unopened door.
Lavish, I pulled back from the blue sea,
over those dreary dark days I did fly.
Serious now I could bring them back by,
till I traveled in the light to be free.