Where are you, savant - oh learned one?
Where to did your shadow scurry?
A sapient you were,
Are you still?
Did you reach the shore?
Why, I've been left at the sea.
The raft broke as you left,
And the logs untied, one by one
Until a few were left underneath me.
But they too swam away, with gentle poise.
I grabbed one; stuck to it like glue.
Then the water did us apart...
And since I've been floating,
Floating on ink;
There is nothing inside of me anymore.
The logs on which I rested, they shrunk;
The oars rest at the bottom of the sea.
And yet, I swim.
I should've trusted you, held your hand
When you said you would ferry me
To the other side...
But now you're gone and I'm still floating,
Floating on ink.
What did I do to deserve this?
These waters, they move but are stagnant;
They rock, they sway,
But the shore still remains much far away.
What did I do to deserve these meaningless waters?
The logs start sinking,
Slowly, passively;
As if at the end of the sea,
A different life awaits them.
I see your face too, ye old sage;
You wave to me as you disappear with them.
And as I scour the horizon,
I fail to find any;
There is no shore at sight,
The dark blue waters stretch indefinitely.
And what am I to do in these dark blue waters?
I shuffle my hands, paddle.
And I wonder what lies there,
On the shore?
What lies at the bottom of sea?
Where to did your shadow scurry?
A sapient you were,
Are you still?
Did you reach the shore?
Why, I've been left at the sea.
The raft broke as you left,
And the logs untied, one by one
Until a few were left underneath me.
But they too swam away, with gentle poise.
I grabbed one; stuck to it like glue.
Then the water did us apart...
And since I've been floating,
Floating on ink;
There is nothing inside of me anymore.
The logs on which I rested, they shrunk;
The oars rest at the bottom of the sea.
And yet, I swim.
I should've trusted you, held your hand
When you said you would ferry me
To the other side...
But now you're gone and I'm still floating,
Floating on ink.
What did I do to deserve this?
These waters, they move but are stagnant;
They rock, they sway,
But the shore still remains much far away.
What did I do to deserve these meaningless waters?
The logs start sinking,
Slowly, passively;
As if at the end of the sea,
A different life awaits them.
I see your face too, ye old sage;
You wave to me as you disappear with them.
And as I scour the horizon,
I fail to find any;
There is no shore at sight,
The dark blue waters stretch indefinitely.
And what am I to do in these dark blue waters?
I shuffle my hands, paddle.
And I wonder what lies there,
On the shore?
What lies at the bottom of sea?
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Couldn't help this. Wow. GOOD stuff. Like, GOOD stuff.