Has the light begun to twinkle already?
Has the long day waned enough for the night
to descend with its frosty wings on me
and make darkness the quintessence of life?
Sailing through the furrows in chasms and groans
at the mercy of the wind on my sail,
just where do I float wish I could have known,
nothing stirred my senses but the fierce gale!
O but this ship is full of mutiny,
the head of its crew opposing the heart
just like the illusion of reality
opposes the genuine dreams of a bard!
Still if I can sail past the last isle known to men,
trace the trail of breadcrumbs in the words that I penned!