Sail
I made a one-man yacht,
When I was innocently young.
I inscribed my dream into its decorative art,
And installed my iron will so it would last long.
I set sail on a day fair and clear,
Crossing the winding river called Mortality.
I didn’t pay the river a penny of fear,
Sailing towards the invisible bank called Eternity.
I encountered a thick fog of desire,
And immersed in its seductive humidity.
Then I encountered a blinding fog of greed,
And inflicted by its insidious morbidity.
My heart chastised my eyes in a barrage,
Can’t you see anything true other than a mirage?
