Sea of Possibility

Sit down, zone out, lost in thought/
Imagine my frame on the street, portrait chalked/
The corpse is lost, soul elevating past the ceiling/
No longer trapped but fleeting, hard to match the feeling/
Try to capture the meaning, immediate departure/
No casket cleaning, just me leaving the harbor/
The sails are set to fly across capricious winds/
No land in sight to match my prodigious sins/
And yet I sail freely, guided only by destiny/
Hoping that my actions in life will earn a rest for me/
Even though I threw them altogether without heeding any recipe/
A pinch here, a glob there, I didn't do any measuring/
I can't hope for better things, for just hope is passive/
Not to mention a vain pursuit if not accompanied by action/
Alas it is too late, my vessel floats below the gleaming sky/
Row row rowing as I am, wondering if this dream will die/