What is to keep us
from falling into the abyss,
from collapsing,
because we are too tired
to raise our sails?

I am our only anchor, keeping
us from drifting
farther and farther away
from the island
we once called Paradise.

That island was
a place once,
Radiating ecstasy
Shimmering in our sunlight.
There were no rules, we
ruled, time
meant nothing.

All we needed was our rowboat
fashioned from strands
of our silk,
and ropes of our dreams.

Now, we man a freighter.
we've turned a cold shoulder
to the warm rays
of our sun,
leaving it no choice
but to fail
and shower our unsuspecting ocean
with blinding chaos.

Our freighter does not notice
anguished storms of our
polluted ocean,
or gentle calms
that come once in a dream;
Our freighter is merely here
on business.

Our rowboat has been forgotten
Split down the middle,
torn apart
By your raging winds,
Its pieces thrown across
a beach that was once white;

to opposite sides of an island
that was once
our Paradise.