Clear water help me clean my dusty hands
The moon laughs above and the fluorescent bacteria light the world below
The last of the rations have expired long ago
And my only cabin mate, a hermit crab, has found a shell in a distant land

My instincts continue to hatch movie-like plans
But my soul knows that my window of opportunity houses only shattered glass
I feel as though I’m home alone but with no home
The sea occasionally offers me meager signs of hope, only distant bright lights

The anchor tugs onto the boat like a yo-yo
I pace up and down the salt beaten wood thinking of what I would change
The world around me is counting down
Yet I can only think of the mustard laden sandwich we had shared together

When I set out on this cathartic journey, I just wanted to forget every last thought of you
As I now swim fully clothed in the infinitely obscure ocean, I have no idea of who I am