Everyday

So much to know

In this world of care

So much to let go

In this little myriad of snares.

So much to think

On this rocky shore

So much to cry

When I leave aboard.

The trees at the shore

On this busy day

Call for the evening

To be a little gay

And while the ships

In glory roar

The little child on the dock

In fear, rolls. 

The port is soon lost to sight

What remains are the waters

And many myself inside.

In the shine that the ocean

Wears from the sun,

The myself so fond of colours hums.

Myself disdainful rots inside

Myself so hateful cries in spite.

The seas are rough,

O my ship do sail

The engines shall not

let humanity fail.

Yet a myself who has 

Crouched for long

Comes out to call for

Lady death to come.

The seas get quiet 

And I pray the lord

And I sight the shores

And I pray to the lord.

But when I reach there,

In pain I cry

I left a world out there to cry,

To rebuild a world is so hard a try.

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