The Voyage

How odd it seems
The moment's wink
That we are here and gone
But of the miles
We've flown through space
The millions traveled on

There is no gauge
Nor metric sound
To illustrate it true
How we perceive
Our tenure here
And limited our view

But know it well
That we're adrift
Like sailors on the tide
A sea so great
With struggles fleet
When suddenly, we've died

Oh little ones
With open hearts
Do not regret the whip
Learn to forgive
And sail again
The master of your ship