How liberating it would be
To drift across a careless sea
No more to wallow in concerns
For finding shores that set us free
No more to form these promised lands
Convictions built with faithless hands
Only to watch them wash away
Like castles made of forlorn sands
No more to help these people rise
And share my ego's selfless prize
Only to sink in greedy tides
And choke to death on poisoned skies
No more to fight for each ideal
With cutlass made of stainless steel
Only to rust in salted wounds
From oceanic depths we feel
No more to lie awake at night
Higher than a boundless kite
Only to ponder what is life
But constant setting of sun light
No more to swim above depressed
Treading along with all the rest
Only to crash in waves that drown
My broken, plundered dead man's chest
No more to search for meaning in
A carapace of worthless skin
When so much hides submerged beneath
The surfacing leviathan
Yes easy it would simply be
To float through life in apathy
But I know I must lead this ship
Adorning helms of captaincy
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