BERMUDA TRIANGLE

Floating away
Upon the wind across the water
Heading west
towards friendly shores

I got lost
On my way to the Marquesas
Searching for gold
From days of yore

Chasing dreams,
   am I the only one
The future holds a golden crown

Well they say
that no man
is an island
but as far as I’m concerned

I’m so far
from solid ground
I’m wondering
a raging sea
the only sound

But here today,
  I drift along the wind blown waters
My journey's hopes set with the sun




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