Standing by the shore,
Hoping to achieve much more,
Tis the art of the sea
Was indeed made by me.
A fire burns, deep inside my soul
Beckoning me to become whole,
To see the light cast away,
Hidden by oceans in array.
Dive into the cave of inky black air,
One would think it was fair;
To announce the discovery to the world near and far,
Dazzling even those whom rest at a bar,
Tired eyes falling down,
Hair draping over my crown;
Hands curling into fists of rage-
Yet mine anger will never be performed on stage.
Open your arms, your heart, your light
To save the world from eternal night;
Where stars are plaster on the dark sky,
No comets dare to pass by.
For I have lost my vigor
To fatigue and fate-
Mind afar to watch mammals mate.
Hands resting on a keyboard, limp with no aim,
Frivolous, it seems, that one may accomplish fame.
Name scattered across the world in bulk,
yet popularity can lead one to sulk;
For they have lost attention to them by much,
Good souls will keep events as such
Closed off and planked and ready to fall
For no one can remember it at all.