153. I Am Lost At Sea

I’ve always held my heart,

locked away, inside a chest.

A treasure chest, for that matter.

And at best, I hid it somewhere,

so that it may never shatter.

I then misplaced the key,

so it’s been locked away ever since,

but perhaps one day I may find it again,

wherever that chest may be.

I reckon it’s somewhere, 

maybe somewhere lost at sea.

And so I’ve searched and searched,

in hopes that I may find the key,

and find the buried treasure,

in which my heart lies. 

Though if I were to remove my heart,

then I may not live much more of a life.

My life, my heart,

I must find them one day,

but perhaps a different day,

for this one is too soon,

as I sit beneath the crescent moon.

On a rowboat, here I am,.

I am also lost at sea.