The Ship
I look out across the widespread ocean to the horizon.
In the distance, I can see a beautiful sun rising.
I spot a gradually succumbing ship, which is moving towards the lively sun.
Tis decaying, this one.
Sequentially moving under the water, sinking.
Leaving me thinking.
I remember my past mistakes, I feel especially weak.
Tears run down my chapped cheeks.
Old situations arise in my broken mind.
The good ones, I cannot find.
Years of my life have been wasted.
Many different tears have been tasted.
Tons of words overused and misused.
Leaving me with nothing to prove.
The ship is becoming more and more faded in the distance.
When I try to look more closely at its detailed structure, I wince.
My perception becomes blurry.
My imagination must take the full lead, I worry.
The moist dawn air is encasing me into a small shell.
I feel like hell.
The ship is now fully out of sight.
Tis on its final flight.
It will sink before it reaches its holy land.
Twill sink down deep into the musky sand.
It’s life will suddenly sink to its own tragic death.
Just like mine, but mine shall not be tragic,
Shall be magic.
