Join me in my broken rowboat,
We'll use our hands as petite paddles for an endless journey.
We can set off into the emerald Atlantic,
And float through the world,
We'll see things never looked upon by mortal man.
And hold things never held.
Feel emotions long forgotten.
Never touching the shore again.
We'll leave the world, and all it's worries behind.
We'll sing in the storm and dance in the rain.
The birds of the infinite sky and fish of the omnipotent sea will keep us Company.
At night, I'll hold you close to my racing heart,
And watch the celestial ballet that is night, accompanied by the Orchestra of the Waves.
When we float by a cruise liner, we'll laugh and wave together at the
Astounded mass, and leave them to wonder about our sanity, trying to
Push away reminiscent memories of things thought of but never done.
Nostalgia more painful than a bed of nails.
Teach me how to love,
I'll teach you how to believe.
Show me what to paint,
I'll whisper why you should write.
Let's climb aboard a rowboat, and live in autonomy.