A boat skims past yet another breaker
Departed from any land
Looking back at what is left on the sand
It was a long strand and now but a grain
On the horizon a speck
By force of these oars of frustration left
The sail is longing for surf and for salt
The ropes in strenuous pain
The boat rises and falls in never a halt
A continent of farewells a bitter smile
Encapsulated in one heart
A new world to be unveiled in a while
Wave after wave a vague so long
Wave after wave hand
Wave after wave and never arrive
