Sail Past

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But what forsaken thoughts,

Interrupt my thoughtless day?

For now, I choose distraction,

And guide my mind away.

Should time catch up with this quiet mouse,

And regret’s trap,

snap-

these fragile limbs,

I will be but a pawn,

To a faultless king’s whim.

Perhaps, in a stretch of time,

My bones will tell a tale,

Of a forgotten distant, past,

When a new beginning sets it’s sail.

-N.B.