I sit and I think,
alone and forgotten.
I stare and I blink
and I simply feel rotten.

The trip has been long,
& there's no port to see.
I've forgotten my song
and my reason to be.

I need to find passion,
something that makes me alive.
I'm almost out of rations
and I've barely survived.

The days were slowly wasted,
I never tasted my dream.
So now, I sit sedated
and torn at the seam.