Lost in transmission, the message of my mission
As a sailor torn, I could not see.
So I floated with abandon, not waiting for a landing,
while letting go and trying to be free.
When you’re sailing silent, under faded skies of violet,
Without a torch to light the path you need.
Sometimes you just wander, into that deep blue yonder
Holding on and shouting out with glee.
I’m alive, and staying on.
There’s a world here I haven’t known.
For soon my ship had struck the shore,
I was dragged into an old bookstore
drifting through the aisles of ancient lore.
I was flipping through the pages, scribbled on by the sages,
Telling me twelve stages I cannot ignore.
Gazing at the faces of the patrons in their spaces
Missing warm embraces long ago.
They were caught in frustration, making conversation,
throwing in quotations from Thor-eau
And by my own admission, I was a stage magician,
faking premonitions of my own
Now all the cards turn over, it’s the middle of October
And now I am as sober as a stone.
To all of those inventions, from far away dimensions
Calling my attention from before.
I must be out much farther in the dark icy water, cause I sure don’t hear you calling anymore.
I’m alive, and doing well.
I’m awake from that charming spell.
How the night time shivers, for lovers and their whispers
There’s an endless flowing river, I explore
The winter storm is biting, but there’s nothing more exciting
than the thunder and the lightning at my oar
I’m alive, and sailing on.
I’m departing this flesh and bone.