A Journey Lost A Treasure Found

Under the shine of a thousand stars

With the waves beckoning me to come

Follow the quivering needle of the compass I hold

To a land which promises nothing more but an end

To an overdue journey I hold on to

Though the mist blindfold my eyes

I cannot unsee the hope of liberation

For my ship is unloved and old

Unfit to contain the vast dream I hold

Sail on, to the island of glittering promises

Of treasure or of condemnation, maybe both

I fear nothing but drowning before I reach the answer

For I have exhausted all my resources for this vain journey

Without a map, a crew, nor fresh water

My ship sails with a soulless captain