Sailing away from the land I do desire.
Though I know not if the ground is what I require.
Some believe the seas are a travelling curse,
causing chaos and order,
both, in whatever it sees first.
Others see a gentle breeze or storm-like conditions.
Maybe it would be if those were to truly listen.
I sometimes thought that the world was lost,
but it could only mean you sailed past the post.
A symbol of humanity's length through its grasp.
A thousand possibilities of survival to be passed,
Down to those who don't see the rough waters,
or the crashing waves,
or even the dancing sea life,
which left its own home forcibly by pain.
Another cause for sorrow, or a great dance of happiness.
Could civilisation truly push to gratifying success?
Many feel grave about the oceans, the rivers, but not land.
A thousand deaths, suicides, those who have been banned.
It may seem treacherous,
filling bellies of millions of fishes.
Keeping safety at the bare minimum,
a circle of life of which seems to diminish.
Drifting off to land not known,
a new purpose to fill our bones.
That is what we seek,
pain and suffering for the meek.
That's what happened when the great dragon was hurled,
straight towards this drifted world.
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Words of Wisdom, Formed in Poetry.
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