in the time of the perfect map
the sails have been set
but I don't know where I'm going yet
over the waves I float
as the map tells me more
not daring yet, to reach for my oar
for if my oar hits the ocean wrong
or if my eagerness too strong
gone, gone with the map
gone, gone with the peace
gone, gone is the silence, my centerpiece
across the strait, perhaps
is a perfect golden isle
but some other will find it soon
as I follow the file
what could be forgiven
if i threw the map into
the deep depths of the water
from the deepest solitude?
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 8:15 PM UTC
in the time of the perfect map
the sails have been set
but I don't know where I'm going yet
over the waves I float
as the map tells me more
not daring yet, to reach for my oar
for if my oar hits the ocean wrong
or if my eagerness too strong
gone, gone with the map
gone, gone with the peace
gone, gone is the silence, my centerpiece
across the strait, perhaps
is a perfect golden isle
but some other will find it soon
as I follow the file
what could be forgiven
if i threw the map into
the deep depths of the water
from the deepest solitude?
