Last night I dreamt I was far away,
Quite far away indeed.
A boat carrying me from the land
I’ve known forever.
“A place better than this” I said, over and over.
And the boat carried me forward.
And the waves splashed quietly.
And for a brief moment everything was alright.

Though a storm brewed just beyond the ripples,
Somewhere deep within the land I drifted farther and farther from.
And the water flowed quickly.
And my body tensed and shook.
My hands twitched
And my heart beat helplessly on.

“My home! My home! O, my beautiful home!”

Out, my hands went at the rapture!
Decayed and crumbling in sight,
A place I could no longer believe in.
I shut my eyes and the water flowed.

“My beautiful beautiful home…”

And down it went.
And across the sea I sailed.
Hoping to never return.