and that's  because the yachts of time have sailed

I failed to keep them in the port
they caught the early tide to slide
across the wide blue sea
and somewhere deep inside the hold against the bulkhead where the *** is kept and where a thousand ****** slept and dreamt of Blackbeards gold
I sold my innocence for grog.

To dog my days I could have cut and clicked or sliced and picked a thousand ways to die

I chose to close my mind and find escape in the escape
heady tasks among the empty casks and empty eyes that eyed me
across the wide
blue sea.

These were the sailing ships

I saw them on some movie clips

nations within nations without limit of the land.

We get old
some will find the gold
some will search a lifetime
finding life in time
and
the yachts will sail away.