sigma Octantis
In the silent calm of the night, a sailing boat became a cradle for a traveler with scars all over his body. How it can be seen pain in his sleeping face. As if nobody could get close to him. Without knowing this place, heading on aimlessly, further and further.
I thought we’d joined hands, but now they’re getting loose. It seems, from the very beginning, you never really believed you could ever be loved.
You’re always lost, like you have no home to return to. All you could do was scream and hope for somebody’s help, but sad when they don’t. While saying “I’m all alone…”
Your heart wavers day by day while the evening rain seeps through your scars, as if it’d erase your past. The rope that was supposed to be done instead now they’re getting loose. It seems, from the very beginning, there was never really a way to stop the boat.
You were always confused on your way, no wonder you couldn’t come back home. You still scream…. Hoping for somebody to find you. But it would reach nobody. You were waiting in loneliness, hugging both of your knees, while saying “I know, I’m all alone…”
You are always wandering, unable to scream anymore. Merely walking through the darkness, while saying “That’s how I’ve always lived my life, all alone…”
Your resolve to keep a strong face is just a facade floating on the water. As if, from the beginning, you had always been able to take off.
No one is really ever able to go back home, though they may yell out for someone to find them, and hope somebody would find them. Everyone is lonely, their cries unheard, as they wait all alone.
We always wandered on our way. Above waves with no destination, this boat merely kept on floating. That’s how we’ll go on living, never knowing where we’re headed.
Even when you couldn’t hold back your tears,
You’ve come this far living like this.
