Sea

Every feeling is one of grandeur

Whether lust, love, pain, pleasure, or grief

They are all-consuming

Every feeling is dashed with salt

And added to the great seas

Until no one can drink from it

I rode my boat out into that great unknown,

Armed with sturdy oars and clean sails

Seeking to find my wandering spirit

But it seems my soul only became more unmoored,

And now it seems I must leave the great sea

With only broken oars and torn sails

I wasted so much time mapping the world

And trying to forget the worst storms

But now I see the sublime was behind me

And as I unmoored myself from this world

My soul found its way back to me

And so I was...