Flotsam
Somehow my soul was jettisoned from this vessel
Leaving it not more than a ghost ship
Tired of sailing whichever way the wind blows
The stars have been veiled
Not permitting any sense of direction
Somewhere along the way the anchor was lost
Leaving this boat to drift, drift aimlessly
Yet stubborn determination drives me onward
To sail to where I do not know
To blindly pull back the translucent curtains of fog
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