Stringing my ukulele by the seas,
music is my solemn company.
Calming waves, dark and gloomy
beneath the lights, shining ever brightly.
I want to be above it.

I realize after sitting for a bit that
this is not an escape, but
a mistake.
Stories of broken sailor dreams
of freedom and peace,
Lies only in fantasy

Our concrete reality, moulded by
waves of uncertainty.
Should we anchor our lives upon it
The lights speak to me.