A new dawn starts with a new fear.
A new sun looks down on me with a gleeful sneer.
The scent of a new ground, apparently not my own.
A sound, a new voice, and a pleasure intoned.
A lost sailor rowing an ancient desolate sea,
Peering the fog for the peaceful reef promised to me.
Listless his days are, touching the water passing under.
Listless his days are, feeling to scorching sun burning his skin asunder.
The perpetual motion of the world set to make a link.
He rows with his oars waiting for his pitiful boat to sink.
His brain aches for the fateful day that draws near.
Though he never surrenders because he remembers,
Tomorrow is today, and the past is up here.
