My destiny has already been written
(but not me who wrote)
I'm just going in that drawing way ...
Like a wind mastered boat,
holding an imaginary wheel think I steer
but I was driven by that norhen wind
To that distention that dark has paint
through the untrodden ways, that very few have want
furnitured with only gleam of hopes,dreams of gold
and nothing to prevent
me from drowning, under the flood descend
and the beneath call...
no matter for a troth or gold ,the journey you will spend
it's the same sad end .
you will go where all well beings transcend
but I still starving olne
in that rainy moonless storm
and some times I think
That the water below it's more warm
O quiet...falling
And the longing for rest
but I still starving
with waves up and down
But I'm not yet drowning
may be..
because I'm not mint to drawn
II
and my dreams
pass Beyond the horizons
and the limit of illusion...
Some where, some time ,
Behind all the lands and seas
The final rest ,peace
The mining , the true
III
But moon or fire you realize
That all that..
all that been done before
There so many gone from this door
and retrained no more
To tell us about the shore
and all that we can hear
is the wave distant roar
Iv
but still the reverie,the journey
and invitation you cannot ignore
the boat must go...
and retrained never more |
Submission Name: melancholy 
