The Sea

The Sea*

People doubted me Not even thinking for a second They called me demented Makes me feel like a clown In a big crowd But I am a force to be reckoned I wanted to see that land of lost Islands Which is thought to be made up I said I couldn’t stop until I see dry land Which gave me an extra pump That I needed Just like giving a weakened army A speech to keep going no matter what they are faced with I got a small crew Some them believed Some of them thought I was a clown Mostly they disbelieved Thinking I was a animal Trapped in my habitat Wanting and dreaming of exiting my Habitat that I was trapped in I knew that it was real Somewhere deep within me I felt it My confidence was as hard as steel All I need to do was commit After many months on the voyage I started to see dark figures in the figures Everyone glared in amazement Then they started to get immense No one could remark a statement The lost islands we sent for We can spot their shores. Nicholas Czochara *inspired by the painting The Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog, by Caspar David Friedrich