Rosa

I'm a fool at dawn, to feel an utter mess shuffle to the door, I should be at sea, on a wooden raft, where there's time to dream, summon ancient forms, erect my little mast, sail with perfect calm, speak evenly, not roar in distress , where you pay dearly, if you’re torn, living a life like this, my time isn't done, I shall range the Ocean, adjust my compass, search for something to be won, navigate Cape Horn, would you be impressed, love without scorn, that would be a gas.