Sporadic eyes like a creature, I glance back and forth to the past and in a flash I’m gone into nostalgic dreams just like magic, visions showing me old intentions on how to become a man like a captain.
Now I’m hostage to this ship that sails in and out of reality; my only hope of coming out of this is probably a tragedy. Overboard; mentally overflowing and drowning in all the ‘could haves’ and ‘what ifs’ but what if these wastes of time were put to use to make a shining light out by the ocean, floating closer to the coast feeling open; bled out from this potion, a subtle notion to nudge me back onto my feet as they drag simultaneously
and my shoulders propped like I’m hanging from a cross, finally promoted to the boss of your own mind. The time it takes to overcome the doubts that try to break away at the face of this place.
My brain resumes it’s rewind.”