There's No Place Like Home
The beings we are, conjured as such, from the dust of stars, live in a mystery of the mind. Forgetting who we are, we call out orders, like a sea captain, staring into the future, with far away eyes. The crew and good ship, sail the endless ocean of life, where the seaweed of sin, can trap them in still and dead waters. The wraiths of sailors, haunt the empty decks, where the wind teases the tattered sails. Their lonely cries, like the calls of seabirds, echo across the morning mist, for the wanderers fear, is to die far from loved ones, where the stars cry tears, that streak across the sky. There is no place like home, where those who know and understand you, drink a toast to loves' reunion!
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