I wish to conquer the horizon,
Or crash unto the nearest bay.
For my ship has lost direction
And the maps have nothing more to say.
The storm that engulfed the past,
Now bears reflections of a rainbow.
And the dark, treacherous clouds
Like me, have nowhere left to go.
Lulling waves rock my boat,
A serene wind blowing astray.
In unknown ancient waters afloat,
While I glide oblivion's way.
Stranded between silence and the sea,
Death seems dearer than destiny.
And as I drift aimlessly into infinity,
For the first time, I feel free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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