I can no longer try to save you,
even though I wish I could.
Your vessel is slowly sinking,
where the water meets the wood.
You are lost without a compass,
gambling on tattered sails.
Like love letters that we sent,
that somehow vanished in the mail.
You have no sense of self,
earthly aspirations fading fast.
I look over the gentle waves,
that resemble broken glass.
I know your out there someplace,
seeking liberation for your soul.
Taking back the stale dreams,
that society had...