The ship out there is drifting.
The sails are down; its not going anywhere in particular.
Clouds slowly churn above and small waves gently glimmer.
Everything is moving. The compass needle wavers.
Always similar. Never the same.
The ship out there is drifting.
The sails are down; its not going anywhere in particular.
Clouds slowly churn above and small waves gently glimmer.
Everything is moving. The compass needle wavers.
Always similar. Never the same.