voyage
we're silent for a long time finally
colin's grandfather
says a few words meant to sooth
marketa talks about the future
when all this is behind us
colin concentrates on his work says little
one minute i'm impatient to have it over
one way or another
another minute i'm loving the uncertainty
knowing i have no control
that i am not captain
of this particular ship that i am
one of seven billion passengers
on a strange voyage
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2020-03-19 at 12:49
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