Hubris

With my hubris I sail
And my cargo of ghosts
Me own personal demons,
Me own private oaths.

The treasure I seek
The island of hope
Sailing the dark waters
Sailing to find a cove.

I don’t see no sails,
I don’t see no ground.
I seek no counsel,
I don’t know if I’ll be found.

My hubris rejects,
A helping hand lent.
What do I do?
My life seems spent.

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