winds of gold

this is me writing from the past. 

if i could i would lend you a map

to show you where the storm is

and to make you feel on board.

a ship full of gold is parting just now

gold so awe some people contemplate

so bright they can only investigate 

desirable like living with no days

dont get distracted today

because they will not pardon you

if you see they go inside

follow through the line and happy say goodnight 

onboarding will feel scary at first

swallow your fear

chew it like gum and make it explode

for grieving man are no worse than high fever

when you get in your room

look at the wall clock and wait until ten

someone will knock at your window

you will stand still and wait till the end

when its finaliy time

open your ears and open your eyes

let it be known the clock didnt end

the world stayed the same

but your ending started

you only have a couple of minutes

to live and forget

you will send letters to people

those never will be mailed 

you are the storm and the room is your map

the clock is your insides 

the life is my own

im sorry for writing because this started all