Sail

Sail

 

I made a one-man yacht,

When I was innocently young. 

I inscribed my dream into its decorative art, 

And installed my iron will so it would last long. 

 

I set sail on a day fair and clear, 

Crossing the winding river called Mortality.

I didn’t pay the river a penny of fear, 

Sailing towards the invisible bank called Eternity. 

 

I encountered a thick fog of desire,

And immersed in its seductive humidity.  

Then I encountered a blinding fog of greed,

And inflicted by its insidious morbidity.    

 

My heart chastised my eyes in a barrage,

Can’t you see anything true other than a mirage?