Setting sail, yet again.

Down the dry desert who is my friend.

Oasis showing my true desires...

Foreshadowing my eyes till death meets the end.

"The floor is soft," I said to the wind.

It yelled out my name in response...

Gemini's element roaring through the skies...

Painting another beautiful renaissance.

Yes, the sky is one of my favorite words

Because it has an open mystery...

It's the only friend that I can talk to,

And one of the few sources of archaic history.

The sea itself has been filled with rage...

Since the beginning of time...

Being moved from land to land creating havoc to many...

People now blame it for the crimes...

As I set sail to a sunrise with life...

I realize that I need to thank her,

Creating another halt on this ride...

With life, always carry an anchor.