Nautical dusk decayed
Your voice is in the past
The weather conditions harsh
As the colours shift and changed

This is an iron ballet
As we dance incoherently
The lines aligned
Are drawn to the clouds
And high above the sky

The colour in the sky is ours
Draws pillars of potential towers
Above what we could be and what we could have

An artificial display
Of a natural sense to be
Made the knots untie
Woven through the clouds
As my mind becomes the sky

I can feel this sudden light
Rushing through thе eye of our mind
Our corrosion craves thе salt
Feeding all the waves flowing in

A voyage through bewildered waves
Hear the echoes of the past
Confidence is washed away
As the colours darken still

Gaze upon distorted visions
Through this agitated line of sight
We are bound to reach something unforeseen
As my mind becomes the sky

I am fueled by this rush of light
Piercing my eyes
Slowly regaining the urge to understand
How to sail the open seas

I can feel this sudden light
Rushing through the eye of our mind
Our corrosion craves the salt
Feeding all the waves flowing in