So much land and sea have I traversed.
So many things for ones eyes to behold...
The night unbraids
my bones...
When I dwell upon my past deeds,
I'm not quite sure just how I feel...
I'm going to buy one final boat,
And this one will have flare...
Just when I thought
Under all these smiles are lies...
Slowly, silently and steadily I walk.
No sound assaults my ears, no necessity to talk...
Can you feel it building?
Are you starting to get hot...
Nihilism used to
plague me until I found out...
Hush now,
Quiet now...
I wish I had a boat
For yonder past the bay, on a clear azure painted...
The aching is the from residue
Of inebriation creeping through...
Its
time to...