I want to go to the "Land of All"
But oceans keep us apart
On a Petrol-stained sailboat
I'll make my journey to reach you
"Believe in Flashing Stars;
A new horizon in the limelight"
Makes me want to go explore!
Trapped: I can't go home.
Rivers: overflowing dreams.
Cast my line to catch my fame
Hook, Line, Sinker
I became the bait.
If I am going to drown
Might as well go up in flames.
Rivers cast me off,
Now I am a cast-away.
Close my eyes tight
Hide from flickering lights.
The tide recedes
No longer blind.
Stuck on my wooden shore,
Arms outstretched, grasping dreams
Ocean rise, lights floating.
Deadbeats slowly sinking.
Bubbles floating to the top
Before freedom, they pop.
Tried to find the "Land of All".
But they denied me entry.
© Sofia Villagrana 2018
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
I want to go to the "Land of All"
But oceans keep us apart
On a Petrol-stained sailboat
I'll make my journey to reach you
"Believe in Flashing Stars;
A new horizon in the limelight"
Makes me want to go explore!
Trapped: I can't go home.
Rivers: overflowing dreams.
Cast my line to catch my fame
Hook, Line, Sinker
I became the bait.
If I am going to drown
Might as well go up in flames.
Rivers cast me off,
Now I am a cast-away.
Close my eyes tight
Hide from flickering lights.
The tide recedes
No longer blind.
Stuck on my wooden shore,
Arms outstretched, grasping dreams
Ocean rise, lights floating.
Deadbeats slowly sinking.
Bubbles floating to the top
Before freedom, they pop.
Tried to find the "Land of All".
But they denied me entry.
© Sofia Villagrana 2018
Inspired by the screenplays Fences and Death of a Salesman.
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