Toiling on this wretched land
Crossing through the vines
Off goes man on his feet
In pursuit of his shrine
Some go look for merrymaking
Some just sit and haze
Some go the distance seeking forgiveness
For wrongs done in this maze
Steeped into oblivion
We go our way
Rummaging the roads and rides
To our salvaged bay
All chaos, all crowds
But strange and true
Each follows the inner voice
In this kingdom of rue.
(Inspired by the movie Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides, 12/18/2011)
My Imaginarium 