The winds blow my sails
Toward seas of uncertainty,
Where swells beckon and swallow
Hope and pride, like sailors fall prey
To the songs of sirens.
I am enveloped in suspense,
As I taste the saltiness of fear from
Tears and sea water.
I watch the skies grow damp like
Paper towels.
I am in the middle of nowhere,
And headed everywhere.
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