Abandoned by hope
A halo of fear sits on the throne
Like the stillness of a pond.
Herds gather to spell their vision
Legacy of comfort vanishes in the mind of the wanderer
Four, three, two, one, and the rocket launches to the land of belief.
A smooth sail is on the horizon
As the sailor’s whispers get louder
And the screams of breaking waves become mute
Expectations seek to enter the mind
Mirage seeks to enter the heart