The tide was whispering secrets to the moon
When I first set sail beneath the silver rune
A map of dreams stitched on the sky
No harbor called, no lullaby
I cut the ropes that held me to the shore
Chasing echoes of the myths of yore
And though the world behind me fades from sight
A spark ahead ignites the night
I roam beneath horizons never drawn
Where dawn and dusk converge in silent song
The stars my compass, the wind my guide
Through seas of shadows and skies untied
No end, no home, just currents wide
An endless voyage where my spirit rides
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