Control is a great illusion
A movement of action
And the control is gone
If it ever was
We are just moving on a sea
Of strong emotions and actions
The storm brings us home
Eventually by the end of the day
The Sea
Sailing South
The felucca moved slowly
Down the Nile
The Nubian did hardly
Uttered a single word
Stearin his boat
While observing us
All through the night
We understood each other
Too well
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Labyrinth
In the old times
The maze was
believed to be important
For survival
Finding the way
Having a pagan meaning
Long forgotten
We still find them
Along our long
Coast on the way to
The cold north
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Sailing
Riding a boat
On the ocean
A small boat
Looking for fish
Looking for future land
Terra Incognita
Places to become
Discovered
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Dreams are born
At sea
The rudder gives you
A straight course
But the mind keeps meandering
In the long and lonely
Hours of the night
When the stars speak
To the defenseless mind
Making strange pattern
In the conscious mind
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