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!
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!
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