Sailors and Monsters

Who has the compass

And who has the key

We grow up awake

Slowly falling asleep

I’m not looking for

The place of my dreams

But where I can live

With reality

But sailors and monsters

Are not just in stories

There are dames in distress

And men seeking glory

There are dragons of sorts

And some talking trees

And people and things go missing

So mysteriously

 

Where to begin?

The path eludes me

Or mayhaps I’m on it

And only think I’m asleep

 

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