Pursued over the horizon, whatever came upon, whatever was there in the morning Chase the moon,

wherever it would take me lonely livesas a sailor its life lived in vain for only hope that death awaits with forbidden doom because it would interest in doom, should be more than sailing I chase the moon, as it chases its brethren until the world turns upside down on its head when the sun comes around the other side of the world the moon comes slowly creeping when death enters the moon pounces without a finite speed colliding with the sun the spectacle set for me, MEANT FOR ME upon the horizon and more bursts from the explosion of rock and fire and then it fades it turnsits sleepy head away to sleep forever more comes a cloak of darkness upon its back in view, it undulates like a wavy material

and blend the soft hues from the heavens in a sea without a horizon