Sailing For Land
Cloudy days at the edge of earth
Where the ship of my soul found no berth
I prayed for a lands sight
To save me from this oceanic plight
I had a broken compass
To find my way
And the clock was timeless
The rout was astray
Slowly towards the bottom I sank
From the missing part
Not just the boats shank
But of my heart
I needed a port
For some support
So I could dock
And escape the shock
Of my crazed life
And leave all this strife
One day I found such place
And there was no trace
Of struggle, pain, or fear
I had found the right pier
To put my trust in that day
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