Oblivion

And at the end of they day who do we turn to?
Take a step back and to see how far we've come
How far the horizon is to our left
And how high the clouds seem to float above our heads.
Ponder upon the depths of the oceans
To feel small besides the towering trees, buildings, hills, mountains...
To sail for a destination only seen within our beauty starved minds

Whether we want to or not, we shoulder things much bigger than ourselves
It is usually deemed as constructive, though most do not see it
Eating away, gnawing the bare bones of it's very own buttress
The waves of reality crushing against our fragile matchstick piers
While a single lightning strike could send the waters surface ablaze
And paint deep blue a bloody crimson.
But together, still, we stand yet for one more day

Now that the boat has left the shore and rocks against the waves
Now that we have lost sight of land and the horizon borders our path
We cling onto the mouldy boards of the ship much more so
Than when we first mauled and laboured over it's construction
Believing then, the journey would be exciting with the right foundations
Believing now that perhaps more than what we can give is needed
Knowing each is feeling some degree of salty spray hydrating the air

We thought, as long as hope itself is not extinguished
Then even if the boat had been torn apart by the ravaging storms
Splintered by vengeful winds or shredded by daggered reefs
We could cling on, deftly, silently, to the broken boards of our transport
Imagine our dismay when we found that storms raged not in the skies,
That oceans blue were soon drowned in a lake of tears
And the waves themselves boil, instead, in our hearts...