in my life I was like the underground 

not obvious my meaning would be found

in my life I can’t shake the malaise

a stale haunted inaccurate dream

an antiseptic of other’s ‘maybe next times’

they call on me to perceive what I lost before I went to sea 

crawling out of life’s bloodstream 

one learns everything, nothing and anything 

the perseverance disappears

its ghostly limbs and boughs wither like fear