Shadow on asphalt a surging sea
Sweet William he was on a journey
Wearing his fnkay party pantz
He spoke with trembling eloquence
In quest for adventure, he said to me
That is why I travel the streets
Hand on hip he took a long breath
And with a wink, let me think, he said:
“When, where fate tosses you about
Lifes perils are they true or false?
Even so your spirit on the sea
Changes with no directionality
We meet by accident here tonight
Only to live forgotten lives”
So this journey was a short one
Impossible to observe without emotion
Rotting fish dotted with flies
Mermaid solitary against the sky
Clouds in mid-air and still I live
Tale of a ficticious man, that’s it
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