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
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