I live within these cosmic dreams,

or so it seems,

my soul a voyager on timeless streams,

my home is lost in forgotten past,

sure fate is cast,

in the shadow of this ghostly mast.


I sail toward the great unknown,

no chart I'm shown,

my course has been where wind has blown,

through screaming storm and silent night,

fears, hidden from my sight,

I sailed ever onward to morning light.







The End

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