Adrift atop the tide of what might be,
a scarred sailor scratches at the "Mother" ink proudly displayed on his chest,
and squints through the mists of solitude,
toward the horizon of tomorrow's faraway possibilities.

Lost on the sea of wonderment,
he clings to a broken raft
built from the timbers of popular belief
and lashed together with the fragile twine of conjured hope.

Deep within a body battered and cut by opportunites unexplored,
his still-beating heart struggles against the burden of the tattooed faces of lovers past.

But might the winds of fate lift the sails of perseverance
ere the melancholy sun sets beyond the aged water?