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