THE MARINER’S JAR
I see vast seas upon the horizon,
As I sit on my boat on the shore.
Aimless drifters I chance upon,
Looking for a dock to moor.
I seek not to find any further,
Further mysteries among this debris.
The thoughtless and broken dreams,
I collect in a jar left at sea.
I have no memories anymore,
They have set sail, adrift.
I have no precedents no more,
Of what once happened, of what I’d once known.
With each crashing wave I see,
I see my jar full of nostalgia adrift.
Flowing and ebbing to the edge of the world,
Where someday it’d sink.
Wherefore must I be now?
Now that I have none to see.
None to call and say I love thee,
Ambitions devoid, free from memories.
Familiar faces I’d see wave at me,
Familiar friendly faces these.
But seldom do I recollect the joy,
Seldom I feel the need to know thee.
I found myself shackled to dreams,
Dreams of the past I’d set free.
Yet I cast these memories afloat,
Just to forget what it meant to be me.