The Wayfaring Stranger

I set out to sea to see what I could see
I came upon a rock that was being mocked
I saw these scenes before my eyes I cried

I was a wayfaring stranger in a land within; danger stranger
A land not meant to be, a land I wished I have had never seen
The sights of terror, the sights of dread, and the home of the living dead

I set out to sea once again a stranger man than Din I thought; a water barer
I ought to be forgiven and then I realized that it was I whom was naught
The sun beat upon my brow and I sat and wonder how I was taught the lies

Of Space and Time I know not much but Life and indifference I am a Master
A Captain of a rotten ship that lists to one side or the other; disaster portrayed
Success is only seen as stars upon the Horizon; the boiling Sea sees me not sun dried

Tied to the Mast as if the winds did blow cutting skin and garments so; such is failure
I tailored my own boots and I walked in them deeply with rusted sword at my side
I set out to sea to see what I could see only to find out I was blind to every lie

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man