It’s a saunter, a wander not seen on earth,
blinking is no longer necessary here,
blank stares adorn those who still have eyes.
Lingering in lifeboats accompanied by a lantern,
some are found under the water, drifting,
an armada of souls sailing for now and forever.
Boundaries always move, catching them off guard,
walking for miles then hitting a white wall,
take ten steps to the right and there’s another.
Lost in the cracks between rhyme and reason,
relics of a period that will never happen,
an endless search for a familiar place.