Majestic wooden boats used to sail the seven seas in search of adventure and money
And of those two, money was the more important
So when the age of steam dawned on technology’s horizon, those great ships could see their time sunsetting
That’s when the magic died and shipping became not an adventure, but a commodity, a rich one.
He was sick of feeling empty inside
Only self-pity seemed to fill the void, and he knew that wasn’t healthy
Looking out over the storm-tossed ocean waves, he wondered what to do
Love felt so far away, somewhere out there past the emotional gray horizon
Of course, even if he got out there it might not help
Walking away from the water, he tried to convince himself that being full wouldn’t feel all that great
Seasoning was the key to all great cooking
And he wanted to be known as a Master Chef
Leaving the galley kitchen, he went on deck and breathed in the sea air
That’s when one of the junior officers made a snide remark about breakfast
Yelling obscenities back was probably not a good idea, he realized, as he washed all the dishes
Telling a yarn or two sitting around the flickering campfire made Tom happy
As the smoke rose, his words wove an ethereal medium that morphed into great battles and lover’s trysts
Leaving those that heard, speechless, filled with awe, and desperate to experience more
Eventually, the smoke faded away, and with it, Tom.
Never was he farther away physically from her
Every day he felt that emptiness when he woke up
And no matter how many times he got to call her, it was never enough
Reaching his decision, he booked his flight. Money is great, but being there was priceless
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Maybe the rolling stone wasn’t that great after all
Only by finding a quiet, still place can you put down some roots
Soul-nourishing peace grounding away the pent-up anxious energy
Soaking in patience waiting for the right stone to come
Bringing all she had to the table
Anne felt like it just wasn’t enough
Doomed to fail, and fail horribly
Didn’t miss the mark by much
And everything went catastrophically wrong
Yet she realized tomorrow was another chance to do something great
Maybe those dreams of grandeur are inflating your ego
Obviously weighing over a ton would be great
Under a pair of majestic antlers atop your head
Still, remember little one, there is a difference in what you are and your dreams
Even though it’s just a u and an o.
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Couldn’t pull off this caper without them
Rational people just don’t have the chutzpah to pull it off
Everyone here has the skills and ice in their veins
Would make such a great movie watching us commit the deed
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So many words to juggle, but tonight I don’t have the dexterity to do so. I am closing my circus in hopes that tomorrow the show can go on. If not, I know of some great friends who will help me set the fires and collect the insurance. True dat!
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