There are ships that move beyond worlds we know
They cast black sails between heaven and earth
With choice as their compass, they watch us grow
Awaiting us to climb aboard from birth.
No map or promise to believe or find
No men at the row, no wheel for steering
On this voyage of self, of lonely mind
That ends where an answer parts a clearing.
Each sailor is faceless, awareness none
They have left identity behind and passed
What mattered in life for a life anon
Where they've been called by fate, where fate will act.
We are free to learn what Death may unveil,
All that Death asks is if we're ready to sail.
