{BURN THE SHIP} 2

let it burn! oh let it die!

i’ve no need, ever, again to fly

this life from another. gone there to get here

went the distance and shattered my mirror

stranded by choice, no need for a compass

direction is clear – i’ll always remember i once missed

my landing – my focus – so traded it all up for another

i’ll be here – now – in awe, in glorious wonder