I can see the moon swimming in the darkness,
and the clouds spread around in a great mess.
The stars, as beautiful as beauty could be,
from them, you got nowhere to flee.
The calm before the storm as one would say,
the boat drifted alone, alone in the sea it lay.
Fighting his way onto the ship,
that cursed day he had left home, entering the dip.
Almost a week gone, no land to be seen,
he exclaimed why life was so mean.
Tired of tears and blaming himself,
he wearily sighed, hoping to find help.
all his life he blamed himself for others' sadness,
when no one cared for the way he helped them out of mess.
he was sick and exhausted of this unfair life,
and just wanted to end his strife.
happy was a word just a myth,
he didn't know what to do, his life is complicated.
so many sweets and goodness gave him cavities,
rotting his teeth and life, ending his bliss.
Who knows this might be the story of someone's life,
those who understood-blessed, those who didn't, keep doing the strife....
