A smooth sea, a skilful sailor
The weathered wood of yesterday's seas
On which sailed the ship of infantile thoughts
Now a rubble of waste on a vast expanse
It's hull sunk into the fathomed depths
The bow now floats in blind direction
And a man, brash and a stranger to the sea
Takes refuge on the stern with a muddled mind
Counting his days after the sands ran dry
Under a flock of scavengers, circling in anticipation
And on his face lies on estranged frown
For the seas, he was determined to conquer
And the ship he had built when little
Both gave away their final call at end
A veteran, now a nobody in his own world
Who glances at the wreck to make sense
Of what he was and has now become
A man who gave away the child inside
To lay at the rest all futile wishes and dreams
And set course for what sailors do
The same old seas untouched by turbulence
They boy who wished to sail is dead
But the man is alive with thoughts anew
Filled with a new breed of rage and contempt
Unable to know what he wishes and wants
Weeping in his own sea of sorrows
A stranger today, a conqueror yesterday.