what a noble endeavour
to always appear measured
to never loose you cool
I've been through it all
the turbulent sea
the loss and apathy
yet I still remain
not quite the same
not quite insane
but getting there
wherever that may be
across the same sea
I was never a strong swimmer
not what you'd call a winner
but who needs medals
or other precious metals
they will only weigh you down
how heavy is the crown
I abdicate my throne
would rather be alone
you may not think of me as clever
but noble is my endeavour

no heart only self
mortality is just apathy
emotions all dull

Many sighs between
The heart and lips
Oft, feelings are adrift
Winds of time
Takes hold of the sail
Pulled away
By the undercurrents
Of despair