woeful in my journey of lamentable misfortune
like a tugboat pulling a ship in the fog
my life falls into an ocean of milky froth
the constant symphony of
thoughts
thoughts
thoughts
chiding me before sleep
why do wretched seas feel like home
where there is no Captain?
must the Navigator always sleep?
am I alone in a search for a balm
to heal the omnipresence of uncontrolled sighs
cranes on unsteady legs watch
as words hover in waves on shallow sand
waiting
waiting
waiting
to receive communion
asking
asking
asking
when do we receive?
how does the Lord's Prayer end?
you appear sylph-like and hold my hand
like a tugboat pulling a ship in the fog
my life falls into an ocean of milky froth
the constant symphony of
thoughts
thoughts
thoughts
chiding me before sleep
why do wretched seas feel like home
where there is no Captain?
must the Navigator always sleep?
am I alone in a search for a balm
to heal the omnipresence of uncontrolled sighs
cranes on unsteady legs watch
as words hover in waves on shallow sand
waiting
waiting
waiting
to receive communion
asking
asking
asking
when do we receive?
how does the Lord's Prayer end?
you appear sylph-like and hold my hand
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