Kamikaze

I have no blood I have no heart Only a red sea in my chest Tide in highs and lows Every single second At the beckoning of a moon Behind the very sky. Pulled by things unseen Plucking feathers clean Pruning vanity clipping pride Silencing remarks so snide. In the end I’ll be a nomad Walking ever inland To where the gardens grow I’ll have no grass to mow Only seeds to sow. Come with me Come one come all Untie the dreams safely moored Let them risk open waters And swift unseen currents. Be swept away by the music That’s played in the background Of your dreams. Be the kamikaze That forgot to say goodbye Overwhelmed by the importance Of the task at hand.