I was sailing back to you,
I would have sailed all the way across those
vicious seas, through the rocks,
on your breeze.
I would have caught your tailwind,
and sailed, like Magellan, around the globe,
but you were turning the Earth against me.
I would have sailed back to you,
tattered sheets on splintered masts,
makeshift oars to guide me, broken.
I would have sailed back to you,
to your harbor, crumbling,
and helped repair it, fixed.
I would have sailed back to you,
but
your tailwind became a headwind,
you burned my sails,
shattered my masts,
stole away my oars, and
destroyed your harbor.
And now I float,
desperate
starving
thirsting...
But I am now finding,
in the absence of your blinding star light,
that there are other harbors
that could save me from
the storm that you've become.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
I was sailing back to you,
I would have sailed all the way across those
vicious seas, through the rocks,
on your breeze.
I would have caught your tailwind,
and sailed, like Magellan, around the globe,
but you were turning the Earth against me.
I would have sailed back to you,
tattered sheets on splintered masts,
makeshift oars to guide me, broken.
I would have sailed back to you,
to your harbor, crumbling,
and helped repair it, fixed.
I would have sailed back to you,
but
your tailwind became a headwind,
you burned my sails,
shattered my masts,
stole away my oars, and
destroyed your harbor.
And now I float,
desperate
starving
thirsting...
But I am now finding,
in the absence of your blinding star light,
that there are other harbors
that could save me from
the storm that you've become.
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