Ramblings from a mad man.
So here I sit again at my computer rambling on my current thoughts , I feel a lot like an old ghost ship today , waning at the cresting smile of the cold blue ocean . My regret is my anchor and blind faith is my sail , but the winds of change arent blowing and my anchor weighs heavily on my broken bough. I long for someone to see my beauty off in the distance and gain enough curiosity to explore my decks , but in reality , as soon as they board with their morbid curiosity , I come to realize they are here for treasures and stories of the pain and anguish that left me empty , not for the beauty of this rickety old boat or the potential it has to be a once again graceful vessel, so once again I am left to the world and what it see to do with me in its infinite wisdom . the smiling cold and cresting ocean rocking me into a semi-soothing lullaby.
I guess sometimes its better to be left alone to find your destination rather than to be violated for sick suspicion. But every thing on this planet deserves some good attention , and not condemnation to solitude for its past . I feel so alone , the fishes are my friends but they will never attend to my desires and needs .
I once had a crew that cared for me and took me to beautiful shores , but alas it did not last but for a season of my life , and although the memories of ports far off beckon me , it will never be the same to rest upon those shores , I feel if I approach of my own free will I will not have the courage and skill to defeat the sharp corals that are aching to rip open my belly and spew me to the dark abyss. So I sit patiently and rock to my lullaby , hoping my crew will return to me and restore me to my once former glory .
I took care of my crew the best I could , but the same rocking that gently caresses me was the same that took them from me , I could not help it , I was built a strong ship , but I was thrown off course somewhere , into uncharted waters , I knew not how to react and for this I am now alone , small relics tinker on my surface just to remind me , if I ever get the chance to enter those waters again , I will be a stronger vessel and protect my crew , they and I will not perish of my own lack of trying again , I will break my bough to keep them with me , for now I know what its like to be all alone and to be left to the ocean . I am now a symbol of ultimate solitude and my fate is my fault ..
So here I sit again at my computer rambling on my current thoughts , I feel a lot like an old ghost ship today , waning at the cresting smile of the cold blue ocean . My regret is my anchor and blind faith is my sail , but the winds of change arent blowing and my anchor weighs heavily on my broken bough. I long for someone to see my beauty off in the distance and gain enough curiosity to explore my decks , but in reality , as soon as they board with their morbid curiosity , I come to realize they are here for treasures and stories of the pain and anguish that left me empty , not for the beauty of this rickety old boat or the potential it has to be a once again graceful vessel, so once again I am left to the world and what it see to do with me in its infinite wisdom . the smiling cold and cresting ocean rocking me into a semi-soothing lullaby.
I guess sometimes its better to be left alone to find your destination rather than to be violated for sick suspicion. But every thing on this planet deserves some good attention , and not condemnation to solitude for its past . I feel so alone , the fishes are my friends but they will never attend to my desires and needs .
I once had a crew that cared for me and took me to beautiful shores , but alas it did not last but for a season of my life , and although the memories of ports far off beckon me , it will never be the same to rest upon those shores , I feel if I approach of my own free will I will not have the courage and skill to defeat the sharp corals that are aching to rip open my belly and spew me to the dark abyss. So I sit patiently and rock to my lullaby , hoping my crew will return to me and restore me to my once former glory .
I took care of my crew the best I could , but the same rocking that gently caresses me was the same that took them from me , I could not help it , I was built a strong ship , but I was thrown off course somewhere , into uncharted waters , I knew not how to react and for this I am now alone , small relics tinker on my surface just to remind me , if I ever get the chance to enter those waters again , I will be a stronger vessel and protect my crew , they and I will not perish of my own lack of trying again , I will break my bough to keep them with me , for now I know what its like to be all alone and to be left to the ocean . I am now a symbol of ultimate solitude and my fate is my fault ..