Children! It’s these devilish gifts of God that I hate. You may think I’m just an old crook, but I assure you, I have my reasons. It was Munu, my nephew, who just made a plane out of my salary check. Now, if you saw the amount on that check, you might say it didn’t make much of a difference, but still—who in heaven’s name does such a thing?
I would have introduced you to the simple man’s adventure this time, but—
No, Munu! That’s my newspaper, don’t make a ball out of it! I haven’t even used it yet... No! Bloody— I’m telling your mom!
It’s funny, in all this chaos, I can’t help but think about how sometimes we reach what we sought and still feel empty
Oh, Munu! What on earth are you doing? That’s my beloved flower pot—put it down gently... No, no, no, not like that!
I saw a sea that was ever-blue,
I saw its gentle calls and violent billows,
I saw vessels of all kind glide high and dive deep,
I saw the sun drown, I saw the moon rise,
I saw the brightest day, I saw the darkest night,
I saw merry faces, I saw dead souls,
I saw the bold ones, I saw the quivering ones,
And all that for I was the lightman of the old lighthouse.
You may assume fearless soul of mine,
You may have believed I have tales to tell,
Of how I braved the tempest's wrath, or how I conquered the unknown,
Of how I charted uncharted seas, forging paths where none had roamed.
Of how I .........
But, But I don't have a word to say,
For I am nothing but a deceiver,
For I saw nothing, nothing of any kind,
For I am just a liar unworthy of everykind,
Never in all these years have a ship wandered the waters of ever-blue,
Never once did the sea rage in all these years,
Nor did I slayed the mystic beasts,
Nor did I claim Davy Jones' fabled treasure.
But perhaps the coins were meant to flip, and pages destined to turn,
Journeys awaiting their tales to be etched, adventures yet to be won,
For one silent night came a tempest,
A tempest so fierce, it claimed all in its path,
Short boats, long boats, small vessels, large vessels, great ships and grand ships,
The tempest took it all in one single night,
Hundreds were dead and thousands injured,
Many were yet to be found in this dreadful night
But, ah! I was not sorrowful, I was merry, for I held a tale to unfold,
A saga of epochs, a narrative of ages yet to be told.
I was no longer lies in any kind, I was the truth of all kind,
Now I look and wonder if it was a lie or a turth told early,
But who cares for all it is, is a story!
I saw its gentle calls and violent billows,
I saw vessels of all kind glide high and dive deep,
I saw the sun drown, I saw the moon rise,
I saw the brightest day, I saw the darkest night,
I saw merry faces, I saw dead souls,
I saw the bold ones, I saw the quivering ones,
And all that for I was the lightman of the old lighthouse.
You may assume fearless soul of mine,
You may have believed I have tales to tell,
Of how I braved the tempest's wrath, or how I conquered the unknown,
Of how I charted uncharted seas, forging paths where none had roamed.
Of how I .........
But, But I don't have a word to say,
For I am nothing but a deceiver,
For I saw nothing, nothing of any kind,
For I am just a liar unworthy of everykind,
Never in all these years have a ship wandered the waters of ever-blue,
Never once did the sea rage in all these years,
Nor did I slayed the mystic beasts,
Nor did I claim Davy Jones' fabled treasure.
But perhaps the coins were meant to flip, and pages destined to turn,
Journeys awaiting their tales to be etched, adventures yet to be won,
For one silent night came a tempest,
A tempest so fierce, it claimed all in its path,
Short boats, long boats, small vessels, large vessels, great ships and grand ships,
The tempest took it all in one single night,
Hundreds were dead and thousands injured,
Many were yet to be found in this dreadful night
But, ah! I was not sorrowful, I was merry, for I held a tale to unfold,
A saga of epochs, a narrative of ages yet to be told.
I was no longer lies in any kind, I was the truth of all kind,
Now I look and wonder if it was a lie or a turth told early,
But who cares for all it is, is a story!
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