To the Next Man

From me to the next man, please note:
Row with her and you soon will learn,
Onward you push with no return.
Maybe you will end up like me.

Chasing what is already gone,
Heading into a daunting storm.
Riding the cloud of "oh, what if..."
Ill from being outside the norm.
Set sail with her if you want this.

The sirens always eat their pray,
Onward, push, you won't see the day.

As she tempts you, you fill with rage,
Taking a heart is how she's raised.


- One of many