I set off on Voyage

At two thousand one seven

The mast went high

My thought would have never

I thought the wind came safe

Smooth sailing was here

Until it happened just as I had feared

The knots were low and my heart was broke

That you, the wind of my sail

Caused massive storms to make me down float

They tore and raved

As my stilted white sail

Could no longer prevail

Your wind came forth

To fellow sailor abroad

My fear; my hope

That he could find you, that fraud

He moves over and under

Cherishing that lonely thought

That you, the wind of my sail

Could just ever treat me as a fairy tale

A tale; a fake, a plastic chase

That’s what it was

My Voyage was that

All in the past

But now, fellow sailor

I give you fair warning

For you have no idea of such a daunting morning







This poem is about: 
Our world


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