Lost In The Sea of Forever
For seventy-three years I’ve been
Belting down this road
Hell for leather
Lost in the sea of forever.
‘I spy land’, the captain shouts
But we were only
Being clever.
That’s what we do
When lost at sea in forever.
We danced a jig
As we trimmed the rig
On the ship ‘Endeavour’.
Like all sailors do
When sailing on forever.
We drank our rum
And had our fun
Searching for the land of ‘Never-Never’.
Trying to fill our time
Lost on the seas of forever.
We pretended that we knew
As all around the time flew
But we knew nothing whatsoever
Floundering
As we set course to nowhere
On the seas of forever.
Opher – 22.5.2023
Animals just live. They don’t question.
We don’t like to do that.
We like to believe that we know what we are doing as we charter a course through life.
When we don’t understand what life is all about and find ourselves floundering without direction, we create religions. That makes us feel better.
When we realise that there is really no direction, no destination and only one end, we dance, sing, read and write and that makes the journey better,
We’re really all at sea.
We are animals. We should know better.