Tall Story

Afloat and at sea Bobbing like a cork On the widest of widest ocean Comedy in perpetual motion White tips go surfing by Water, lots of bloody water and Yet not a drop to drink Only time to sit and think A rocky shore lies off to the west Fiery dragons reside to the north Things are going south though Thats not a place I want to go Tall ships passing me by Rowing now faster and ever faster Tidal currents are hard to beat Especially where pressures meet Directionless, I move onwards east I am following a lonely star Shining brightly in the night sky All I can do now is sit and sigh As we drift on inner currents Mapping the inner tides Charting uncharted territory Writing Act

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