I stand on this shore looking back
‘Cross crashing waves of long past years
The purchase made, head on your chest
The salt I taste is my own tears
The pain I’ve felt were my own fears
Of drowning in Oblivion,
Where once assigned at your request.

O happy day, to watch again
Through azure depths the world revolve
Ignoble joys, I play with toys
From which I thought I’d long evolved.
Someone outside this locked door
Is holding on to every key.
“Release!” I beg and chain my leg
With my own hands. O sorry me!