something in your magnetic field, a friend
dim and hard, the falling of surrender is due
it's you we are talking about
crashing like a toy, a boy, waiting for foy
enter to a road, scared more than me, implode
at every inconvenience, optimistically friends,
with a pirate who never killed, never felt, so much fear
in twenty thousand years of sailing away from himself
you must find yourself, lost in front of your undoing
for life is a short warm moment, and death is a cold long rest
find a glooming heart in rest, to lecture about being a *****
must overfire, your moral qualms.
I guess we were more than ourselves
and you just missed it