Let the world carry my soul away
For I know I’ll be back some day
Never told a soul I wanted to stay
Cast me off to sea
Bubbling, churning, yearning
Round, round, round
Run the merry waves
Licking, lapping at the baby blue hue
White cirrus mixed in the atmospheric stew
Belly flop to baby back
Smack goes my skin
Within perilous waters akin to making us sin
What I ask for is what I receive
And what I perceive are endless seas, and me,
In the midst of it all
Not a worry in sight, nor fears to stall
Just I
A wry traveller, baffler
Ironically standing out against a world of swimmers
Glurgle, glurgle, shplip, shplop
The dialogue of the waves beating on my skin-soft boat
Telling me to let go, to cut the anchor
My whole reality is the sun, the stars, the moon,
My ship, and this blue abyss of a liquid tomb
I finally see the possibility
Under the serenity
Of the chop, chop, choppity waves
Rising up like the swells off-shore
Until I’m sure,
Sure my vision comes to fruition
You’ll find me on the edge of the world
On the cusp of glory
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