Nervous wreck, unabashed pride
Semaphoring chorus
Metaphysical tides
Windy storms
A moment to gloat
This little boy had seen
Through the frame behind
The captain's locker
the simmering misfortune
Then, (we) tapped glasses
In extreme,
but gradually the night wore on
Life had become just a journey:
an endless one
Somewhere unknown
Advertently within the crevice of the ocean:
known only by the captain & the
immobile navigator
Our faces remained unaccented
and the fewer children
On-board,
with their squalid toys
Out & about on this rowdy day
of a vacation:
home-away-from-home
This very little boy berates again
Believing a misfortune would
lead us through this 'endless' journey:
a vacation, a reason to strut
But he chose to be unheard
Time wore on
Stellar careers of these young ones:
at stake
but the elders out & about
in belligerant fashion
Perhaps the last ever vacation
The magnanimous ship:
Meticulously crafted, many a people
ever doubted it'd ever faulter,
let alone to crash & submerge
Before the cocks of the immobile
navigators shove aside:
danger had stood closer than ever
Then, bushy eye-brows raised,
(our) prospects flailed away,
lives lost,
the dooms' day?
perhaps...
Some saved
Some nearly couldn't sustain
Fortunately,
I survived this
- this dream then looked so real
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