I sail upon a sea of change
Aboard my ship of ignorance
With spirit strong, I race along
With thought as but a hinderance
I chose this way, or was it fate?
I suppose it doesn't really matter
The ups, the downs, the smiles, the frowns
Such is a silence filled with chatter
I move within this time and space
assuming that all I see is real
So goes the world outside these eyes
revolving on a wishing wheel
I dreamt I wasn't this at all
I'd lost my secure identity
And all that is, or used to be
is in a sense Illusory
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
I sail upon a sea of change
Aboard my ship of ignorance
With spirit strong, I race along
With thought as but a hinderance
I chose this way, or was it fate?
I suppose it doesn't really matter
The ups, the downs, the smiles, the frowns
Such is a silence filled with chatter
I move within this time and space
assuming that all I see is real
So goes the world outside these eyes
revolving on a wishing wheel
I dreamt I wasn't this at all
I'd lost my secure identity
And all that is, or used to be
is in a sense Illusory
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