The Adventurer Poem by Michael Matsuda

I have become accustom to the clouds

The deity that holds me away leaves me thinking out loud

For I can no longer hear the voices around me

For the boom and crash of my own thoughts create a violent sea

A sea where the captain is lost but does not want to go down with this ship

Could these waves of emotion cause this venturer to see his last trip

All he ever wanted was to see the land

Can he ever find such happiness, this worn out man

For if not, at least an island; hope

Far too many waves are here; he'll never cope

Soon in a pile of rocks will his ship be forever shelved

His own worst enemy which he finds to be himself