His journey began
One year ago;
Treasures collected
Theories rejected
Unions constructed
Others obstructed.
And upon his cabin wall
He took his blade
And began to scrawl:
"The compass that
Serves a sailor best,
Is the scope buried
Within his own chest."
Aug 3, 2010
Aug 3, 2010 at 6:51 PM UTC
His journey began
One year ago;
Treasures collected
Theories rejected
Unions constructed
Others obstructed.
And upon his cabin wall
He took his blade
And began to scrawl:
"The compass that
Serves a sailor best,
Is the scope buried
Within his own chest."