The Map Reader
They follow No matter how fast you row There is always something to lose Even when you choose to gain Sailing away in that boat That rocks with every wave Sinking is not an option, You have to keep it afloat And then comes a wave again With it crawls; a thought How does it feel to be To be the one who navigates To have the map in your hands Leading the world on your own path Writing down that very song That takes their breath away To take on a new journey And pick out your favorite notes And hum that very tune, That captures their souls Amidst the ruins.