(written approximately at a quarter to midnight)
To the distant seas and the salty breeze and the lonely sunlit sails.
To the forestries of silent trees and their whispered, quiet tales.
To reach the peak and not be weak as I scale the mountain high.
When I see the stars like a thousand words etched in the midnight sky
From the constant strife, and the pains of life that forever fence my way.
To forget the lies, to shed disguise, to throw it all away.
That I shall never be just the lonely me, because I need your help.
To the distant seas, the forestries, the stars, and to myself.