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Apr 19, 2011

0 Raft dreams, poem

I am depressed and sad, and I lay here upon this raft, miserable and mad
that I'm drifting further and afar, towards a twinkling and glimmering star
reflected in the ocean at the end of the world

Deep down within an abyss of layers and shades, of unseen waves
still falling towards the ocean's floor, something... that may just be nothing but folklore
I imagine a fallen star, that can grant anything that I could ask for

even my humanity, even for my soul, even for my life to be pushed back
towards the golden sand of shore