The Shore

With each passing moment.. This ship sails further From the shore... From you. Necessary, yet, I regret being taken for such a bore. Strangled, drugged, and captured¬ I am a prisoner of this ship that no one seems to be sailing after. Just lifelessly drifting away... No map, no compass..but, There was no decision to stay. ~ I know not my purpose, Only that¬ I do have one... Had your love been on the list.. I would have chosen that one¬ But it wasn't. You were never the mission, nor I. Just a Prize, Won by those who channel their Focus on the mission at hand. Yet these carnival games made me realize I too, am a mortal man. Waiting to be given a direction¬ So, I steer this ship...nonetheless, As my objective.. Battling the widowed ocean¬ Waves crashing against As to reject it... But my presence is known... My spirit, Longing to connect with The spirit of the sea... "Take me to the shore", I demand, All the while she was guiding it To me...