The Big Blue

On a midsummers morning

I stare into the big blue

My face full of mourning

A face covered in blue

I sail and sail

Hoping to escape

But to no avail

All becoming a form of spate

Why do I keep going?

Why do I keep pretending?

Chasing a mere fantasy

Chasing my dreams

At this point

I wish for land

My mind and body in joint agreement

For a ground to contain my sparks