Albatrosses
The jay bird sings above, perched atop the timber, The tone of its voice, enchants me, it has given me a premonition, Dark days are approaching, a somber shadow has been cast. The ship has left the shore for an uncertain voyage, and an ordeal is bound to be confronted. An uncertain journey indeed. A storm was approaching, I did not see it coming, and it had been lurking near the horizon, just out of my foresight. It is funny how you get lulled into a fake sense of complacency because of a short period of respite, and when all seems merry, you fall. And you keep falling. I sit and contemplate. Is there no other way? All I want is a humbler route, less treacherous and quieter. A lighthouse to guide my ship that has been led astray. The weight of the numerous albatrosses weighs me down, the cogs refuse to move, the wind does not blow and I have been tangled up in spider webs. Blow the trumpets, pull the strings, unleash the hounds, someone just wake me up!