The man rows his boat,
away from the shores
  of livid hate,
   into the ocean,
    in the pale moonlight,
     as the night dissolves
      the blur and stars
       shine his mind;
        and the ocean
         swallows his soul
           for his Nirvana.

The days go by,
as I carry on,
in this mundane
reality
of the burden of toil
and shards of turmoil.

Amidst this,
spiked, is my mind
of longing for something
lost in the passage
of time, a memory.

A want for sanity
amidst the rampant insanity.
A path to a place, a home.
As we wound ourselves,
from the ambiguous predicament.

The vibrations shake,
as my eyes awake,

 and realize,
 as I visualize;

The cages bolted up
around me, minds corrupt

 with lies of the honey,
lathered on this dummy.

the scars cling on,
Reminders thereupon

enlighten the subconscious,
 as I live among the conscious.

The last breath is taken,
As from this trance I awaken.

Why hide behind,
the shadows?
when,
there's so much to see,
when,
your heart's blazing,
with dreams,
untold.

They won't get it,
it's okay,
to be that lonely star
in the dark,
shadows of the world.