it used to be that
i was the one stranded on an island
and with every perception of a passing ship
i would go insane
lighting fires
shining mirrors
screaming until my voice ran raw
it used to be that
i would chase down my freedom
like it would be the last ship i'd ever see.

but i'm on a ship now
and sometimes, in my peripheral vision
i think i catch glimpses of a break in the sea
where rocks rise subtlety from an expanse of shimmering water
but i can't be sure;
the sea likes playing tricks with my eyes
and anyways
i'm not the captain of this ship.



(but i think i prefer the island)