The Mast
Will Moar did ask where is the mast
backwards I saw it anchored deep in the past
the chains of the memories polar straight up and true
as life took from me far more than it’s due
born in that morgue oh so long ago
where will I go to, whoever will know
try as I might, joined by the strongest of will
vultures are circling as hyenas come for the kill
I look back again as my heart fills with pain
nothing will change and nothing was gained
trusting the keel and the rudder will last
I hold out your hands letting go of that mast
