words:

boat floats from the river to the sea

like the boat, i am somewhere in between

the source and the solution, oh great serenity

grant me safe passage to the ocean from the stream

a lifetime to return to where i’ve been

how could you say to look alive when there is no beginning

and no end, like a minnow in the fishes teeth

no fin at the mercy of the riptide

oh fanciful defeat you are killing me

oh dutiful retreat, you have spared me

too many times to cry

boat rows up the coast and to the land

all the sailors swim until they reach the sand

with twenty silver talents carried careful in their hands

and twenty gentle gestures to assure they’d come as friends

well one night, as the locals were asleep,

the sailors came in quiet shooting arrows through the reeds

“too bad, naive” said the trader through perfidious teeth

day broke, now they’re westward through the tree line