I sailed to the ocean today
Across the landscapes
Of many
Amongst the roughest
Of rocks
Sailed through life
And the valley
Only to find an empty ship
To top

I sailed with no sail
I sang with no voice
The holes in this ship
Did not matter
Because it doesn't leave shore

Alone in the gardens
I rowed in dirt ruts

The sun dried up the fantasy
Arriving in the solitude
That I hadn't left

I'll use the pieces of this ship
To build a new one
One without holes
One that doesn't need a fantasy to be reality
But reality to be the fantasy