Adrift in paradise
A clipper with slack canvas
Sailors lazing along upon dead seas
As their captain eyes the horizon
Time ticks
Then tocks
As clouds pass
The captain sighs
They must sail
Navigating strange tides
Charting unknown shores
The company must profit
Or else they die
Hyperbolic? Maybe
But...
No breeze means no journey
No journey means no pay
No pay means no food
So he watches his compass
And ponders the stars
Waiting
Waiting
Hoping the salty sea
Ushers forth deliverance
Praying
Praying
Dusk settles
He awakes
Not to squalls
But to firm tranquil seas
Adrift in paradise
The captain curses
The absence of industry
As Poseidon laughs
In the face of
His futility
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A/N:
For Randy's Prompted #5. Words used: Sea, Compass , Tranquil, Dead, Canvas, Breeze, Navigating, Horizon, stars, Clouds, Unknown, Time, Salty
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