For the love of Minimal

The steerage
has taken water,  sir
but the locks hold
so swings n roundabouts

The gods love those who die young -- even websites.

Bleak

He couldn't find the way to go
and wandered lost along the road.
His footsteps dragged, so slow, so slow,
he couldn't find the way to go,
no one to ask, no one could know
the path to take that no sign showed.
He couldn't find the way to go
and wandered lost along the road.

A lonely wind of sadness sighed
and touched him with its dismal kiss.
His wretched heart within him cried,
a lonely wind of sadness sighed,
his broken heart within him died,
a broken heart no-one would miss.
A lonely wind of sadness sighed
and touched him with its dismal kiss.

😥

So sad
he sighs
and no one hears
he cries
and no one cares
as I