arbit thought #25

Every time.
Every time my ship wrecks in the tumultuous waters.
O the unending miles, you make me weary before I start
As I leave the Harbor of Thought.
O the unfathomable firmament, wretched is your enchantment
I lose the way as you sweet talk.

I want to be no poet.
I want to be no Hemingway.
I want to be no drifter.
I want to reach Port Action.

Perhaps I must have a stronger boat.
Perhaps I must have more moons.
Perhaps I must have a new route.
Perhaps I must have a better I.

Wonder as I do
Will this all be that's it!
Wonder as I do.
And Wonder as I yet do.

Okay, turned into something resembling like those things that those people write....
wasn't intentional; wrong time, Mood Grey.