Floating On Empty

'The storms are raging on the rollin' sea, and on the highway of regret' It was surfers' paradise weather but he had only captured a dinghy Made from lost dreams and drift wood collected in seasons of love No shoreline in sight he set a flatulent sail on his passage to nowhere The lighthouse of aspirations had timely faded from self-imposed doubt His double edged fishermen’s knife offered only cut throat conclusions As waves cut a Janus-faced image of himself into the surface of rage For too long it had been his way or the highway and stark pirates loomed Hooked into remorse he regretted that he severed tranquil emotions But instead tried to prove the compass wrong and succumb to unreason Riptides currents and wild torrents resembled the inner chaos of his soul Salt on thin macerated skin oozed blemished truths and purulent candour Once he lost anchor and lifebuoy and had to solely rely on stars’ navigation During a lull he meant to befriend a dolphin but was mocked in contempt Which made him to feel the disrespect he had once shown to his friends How he wished he was a butterfly feeding on herbs in sweet meadows A clairvoyant had warned him not to tempt fate when seeking conclusion She might have the last laugh now as he stared into drooling shark teeth Parched to his most integral core the wary voyager shed one final tear He vowed promised and bargained with mad delirium and entered the sea Gave himself to the depth of rock bottom and left his fate to the swell Washed onto a beach his only regret was that he had not surrendered before 17th February 2020 Written on the theme of ‘The storms are raging on the rollin' sea, and on the highway of regret’ - Bob Dylan - Make you feel my love