Alone and Adrift in an unnamed sea The waves gently brush my boat There is a silence and a stillness Almost alien, And yet strangely Familiar As I watch at the horizon The longer I stare aimlessly My disquietude continues Consuming me Yet, I am helpless Against it’s power So I stare Forward and onward My Ship is weak and Dying It has weathered many storms I hear it groan as I try To push onward Yet I know deep in my mind That we will never reach our destination We will be only a memory Leaving a brief but Profound Stillness In our Wake
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