I watch the sea, the waves,

The waves that carry the breeze

Across to lands not discovered by men

and to the place where all things end.

This place holds true to things unsaid,

Unknown or long been left for dead

Since no man ventured far from land.

‘X marks the spot’….my map demands.

My boat of wooden boards and rope–

The nails and frames that keep it afloat–

Are far from new and fit for scrap.

The urge to leave, the need to act–

This weight that hangs upon my back.

It’s time to go, my things in tow;

my boat and I desire a windy blow

to set a course to find the source

where all things seem to take their course.

As time goes by, I wonder why

Our world moves with all its might.

At last the end is in my sight,

My life flashing before my eyes.

The edge, the edge, no place to go.

What will I do, where will I go?

I drift towards the emptiness beyond.

No man has seen the great beyond.

This edge is where the world will end.

I’ve reached the end, of life and death.