I was dreaming of a ship, or perhaps a raft in disguise.
My eyes never looked up, my vision stayed tunneled in.
So focused on the horizon, I forgot to look beyond.
I was scared of getting lost, so I held tight to my spot.
I wasn’t the captain, or the passenger.
Nor an engineer, or even a wage worker.
I could have been a ballast to keep the balance.
But when they found me from the shipwreck,
I was written off as dead weight.
No memories of the oceans sailed remain,
The course of the journey unknown.
Left without a base to build on, there was no future to look.
When the quest for survival takes over the living,
Thankless was the death that refused to relieve.
The fear of dying before you are ready. The fear of dying before you have lived. The fear of dying before you understand what death means.