Sea Of Air
By Loneliness is condescending •
Black ink surrounds the one-man boat
So far lost no destination in mind
Searching for the light of land
Seeking a guide to show him where to be
With no life left in sight
Reality is question
Holding a cushion to save your life
Drifting in a vast sea of people full of empty smiles
Far ahead a soft light tossed in the pitching black
You're losing once again