Moving this anchor across new shores
For the first time this isn\'t a chore
The chains, the sand, the fresh rust
And I cannot resist the wind gusts
My skin burns, my mind races
Through all those näive faces
I hated the seas, but I rather go
Move alone, far from the shore
I\'d be gone and maybe they will forget
Peacefully so, I\'d be an old regret
They\'d find a reason, they\'d hate me more
Perhaps I am selfish, perhaps just bored
-Al