The Voyages of the Ghost Ship That Is My Life
Like a ghost ship
Sailing without a crew
Sails tattered by relentless winds
A hull torn by the world’s jagged rocks
Cannons standing ready for a long forgotten battle
My life drifts aimlessly
Rising and falling on the waves of turmoil
Always searching for a peaceful shore
Only finding stress, fear and hatred
Looking for that one friendly land
Where calmness replaces stress
There is no need to feel fear
And love chases away the bitterness of hatred
That land may be just beyond the horizon
Hidden by the redness of the setting sun
It is just too bad that the easterly wind
Is blowing in the wrong direction
And that land
That horizon and that setting sun
Is far behind me
As I sail into the darkness of my future
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