A ship has been forever traveling
As far as the wind could take it
But is it strong enough to ever make it?
Weather makes it's sadness even more blue
Many options, and directions to it could choose
Direction is what the ship could use
Dirty typhoons thrown at the table
Downtrodden are the circumstances that be
A darkened tunnel is the scenario
Why most these times be so mean?
Stranded inside the middle of this scene
With a map in hand, that is faded
Dismal seems to be the only outcome
Or just a long, and drawn out fable?
The destination wasnm't even foreseeable
Because the start was planned all wrong
The trip taken seems so long
Atmospheres shedding dim lights of lonliness
Not much was put to its vegatation for growth
Can't the sights be a little more clearer?
For maybe a brighter, and brand new day
Even though the ship is uneven, as all the rest
Other factors could land to modes of success
No matter the circumstance, pains still exsist
A shot at land is always totally missed
The ship is still traveling at a slow unusual rate
What could've have even been the ship's long
awaited fate?