This desk is my island,
This pen; my sailboat,
My mind is the captain,
Exploring the world,
But,
I can never get far enough,
To know myself,
There’s too many miles,
Words can’t cover them all,
I barely know who I am,
Or even what I want,
Or if what I do; will mean a thing.
Though at times,
I am alone,
Others; I am not
I am my own worst enemy,
And my own best friend,
I could sail forever on this pen,
To a sea; misshapen and insecure,
To try and be sure,
Of an answer which may not,
Even be there.
But of this; I swear,
Whatever ship carries me,
To wherever you may be,
Whatever treasures,
I have to bare,
However adorned,
With all my scars and tears:
It’s all for you,
I reveal my insides,
I sift through the oceans,
And clear the skies,
I sail for you; my dear,
Until my last pen dies.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
This desk is my island,
This pen; my sailboat,
My mind is the captain,
Exploring the world,
But,
I can never get far enough,
To know myself,
There’s too many miles,
Words can’t cover them all,
I barely know who I am,
Or even what I want,
Or if what I do; will mean a thing.
Though at times,
I am alone,
Others; I am not
I am my own worst enemy,
And my own best friend,
I could sail forever on this pen,
To a sea; misshapen and insecure,
To try and be sure,
Of an answer which may not,
Even be there.
But of this; I swear,
Whatever ship carries me,
To wherever you may be,
Whatever treasures,
I have to bare,
However adorned,
With all my scars and tears:
It’s all for you,
I reveal my insides,
I sift through the oceans,
And clear the skies,
I sail for you; my dear,
Until my last pen dies.
