Soaring eagles, an unstrung guitar, a few nickels left orphaned on the run down wall and the gloating playful sea; the deep blue blue and the usual lonely blue.
Watching for the stars in the shining blue sky; wishing for showers on the damp yet parched soul.
For the soul has long lost its sole and in that azure sky there is a crazy big hole.
Ah, just a usual day in life, alone I stand and watch a lonely boat in the sea, no anchor, no captain, no key, no one to steer, no lighthouse gleaming along the way.
Bubble and tumble & then stumble and grumble alone on the waves.
There I stood and wondered how it must feel, and the boat it caught my glimpse, and like a coquettish princess she thumbed her nose and said, oh pathetic you, standing afar, scared stiff, living a lie and all along pretending to enjoy the view, just peep inside , oh you are so jealous of me!
For Me, I tumble and bumble on my own, no destination to hurry, no one left behind to worry, nothing to miss, just this caressing ocean to kiss, drown I will but only once, but you standing safe on the shore, pray how many times have you already drowned?
You presumptuous little boat I hollered; words dripping with sarcasm, like saliva from a glutton dog’s jaw; can’t you see I am not a worthless vagabond like you.
I got a plan and places to go. Not like you crazy boat, floating aimless but still cant stop to gloat. Hah you wont even know, which innocent wave, will take you to your watery grave. Or worse still when a smiling current, would carry you to sunless skies, where angry clouds and merciless winds will thrash you around. All battered and tattered you will fall apart bit by bit until you sink. And then you little boat would long for the safety of the shore and wail why you dint anchor on this sunny shore!
The little boat it smiled at my spite and gave me a knowing little wink and then she whispered ah so you say, but I can see, so clear the thing you hide within your breast, all tied and tethered a lonely boat.
Rotting in the weeds and getting slowly eaten away, crying for freedom and redemption, eyeing with hunger and eternal longing the ever mysterious sea. Ah I see you got it tied but how will you ever tie its spirit, which every day cooks a plot to break free from the rot. You just turn deaf to its hoot of distress, and its call for a savior to liberate it from the endless still.
Huh stupid boat, can’t you see I retort, if I untangle the boat and set it sail, it will surely drown or get lost in the endless sea and become just a vagabond like you.
The little boat on the sea shrugged and sighed, said well so be it my friend, I guess then you will just stand and gape at the sea and me, well you know, do not despair ‘cause most men are just born to stare!
Even as it drifted away, I heard it loud and clear, the boat in my heart cried out in despair, just let me loose and drift away on the arms of the calling sea. I snapped it’s not me who holds you so, cant you see it’s the weeds and stems. A monstrous laugh it laughed the little boat in my heart, call them under bushes if you will, but I can see them for what they are, for once I can see through you, oh how you dread the unknown blue.
Let go of the icy fear my friend, it plead and see how we conquer the merciless sea and incredible lands we are going to see and yeah someday drown we will, but in peace, knowing that as free souls we always lived. Let go, just let go and you will know how it feels to have your boat set free.
