As I take this yearned journey across the sea.
I learn from experience nothing is what the eye sees.
On and on we drift alone, noise's only of the splattering wave tone.
Time it drifts before we know, now it seems were forever alone.
The depth of the waters is cold as ice.
The fire from the sun hot enough to entice.

Flowing along on our silenced trip.
I discover a mystic ship.
A mirage perhaps? No, no.
What I see is nothing of sort.
It is indeed another boat.
Quick! Hurry. Were going to crash.

Hushed, staring thoughtless.
Mind numbing blankness.
We cannot speak; we cannot do.
We can only watch as it destroys us too.
Swiped away from our grace.
Quick its vanished before our face.