Amusing, ancient anecdotes
Are like to sink yer sea-sound boat.
From the shorelines of reality,
You swiftly, surely further float.
You embrace the amnesia of the seas
And plead for swifter, sounder winds.
You’d prefer a boat that rocks and rolls,
You like it when your head doth spin.
So amplify the anesthesia that the
Wild winds weave in through your soul,
And write your anthems on the breeze.
Remember your mantras
To never grow old.
Ambitious amoebas wish to befriend you,
And plankton ride the tides to greet you.
You’ve a true aptitude for shucking fruition
And your airy worlds have run amuck.