from afar

The ship in the bottle will never be free

I realized that after I cast it to sea

Just floating forever

Admiring the ports from afar

 

A walk on the sand as I’d so often done

I might try it now

But the world weighs a ton

With binoculars, I see the past from afar

 

Horizon smoke rising

To the glittered sky

Meets with each shining star

Somehow the earth spins

And the day goes by

We’d admire it from afar…

 

Circumstances that we can figure out

Second helpings of hell

Only burning my mouth

Same destination, we rejoice and lament from afar

 

And everything that I have ever done

Memories drowned

And emotions I shun

All too remotely, all to see life from afar

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[Bette]

i like this "Second helping’s of hell"