From a once welcoming crew I now find myself shipwrecked,
A castaway, and home feels like a forgotten concept
As foreign to me as the waters I myself am marooned in,
And I wonder what my coarse and colourful hands can do to help me now,
For they were no use to them, only to be mocked
As was I, but in my isolation perhaps there is freedom,
Perhaps a freed man can find freed minds,
Minds who’s dreams do not dilute by matters of normality,
But who’s dreams burst and bloom like the sage of spring,
It is a wish, but a wish is all I have,
For those men mugged me of what was mine,
And honour among thieves is dishonour to the hand,
That human hand,
And for as long as I am stuck here I can only question if they were human,
As humans like I could find the wonder in whistling with the wind,
Observe the calm in the coconut leaves,
Sing songs with sightless birds,
Acquiesce with our humanity.
