I once set sail with grand designs, to carve my name in gold,
But every storm and raging wave has left my spirit cold.
With maps and charts and reckless cheer, I braved the ocean's might,
Yet all I've gained are soggy boots and a penchant for the night.
In every tavern where I've roared and boasted of my fame,
I've left behind a trail of scorn and never earned a name.
The sea's a fickle mistress, with her tempests wild and free,
And I, her wayward child, am lost to her endless spree.
I've danced with wicked waves and cursed the cruel, cold night,
A sailor full of folly who never got it right.
So here's to all the tales I've spun and all the dreams I've sold,
For my grand designs and foolish pride are worth their weight in gold.
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Dimensional Doodles
PoetryThis collection is a tapestry woven from the threads of cosmic wonder and digital intrigue, each poem a distinct journey through realms where intellect and imagination collide. Dive into a universe where quantum whispers mingle with the syntax of th...
