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odyssey
someone else is a lonely way,
no one else got nothing to say,
somewhere else is a dream that i never had,
i'm a traveller returning home.
i've got stories and adventures to tell
of the salt and the dirt that makes the world,
i got lost in the wild old lonely plains,
i'm a traveller returning home.
hoist the sail, let the wind blow,
my sun-cracked lips dry as bone,
on choppy seas of salt and foam
i'm a sailor returning home.
nothing for miles but sea
but my harbour is waiting for me,
creeping over horizons trees and sand,
i'm a sailor returning home.
the mud clings to my daisy's sole,
the smell of death haunts my own soul,
i'll never trust anyone but my friends,
i'm a soldier returning home.
the pain in my body will heal
but i wish i was numb to feel,
my soul's weighed down by dangerous deeds,
i'm a soldier returning home.
i'm struggling against the river's flow,
the deep fresh water's cold,
i'm skipping over stepping stones,
i'm a salmon swimming home.
my scales shimmer in the sun
with the water roaring through my lungs,
i am returning to where i was born,
i'm a salmon swimming home.
no one else got nothing to say,
somewhere else is a dream that i never had,
i'm a traveller returning home.
i've got stories and adventures to tell
of the salt and the dirt that makes the world,
i got lost in the wild old lonely plains,
i'm a traveller returning home.
hoist the sail, let the wind blow,
my sun-cracked lips dry as bone,
on choppy seas of salt and foam
i'm a sailor returning home.
nothing for miles but sea
but my harbour is waiting for me,
creeping over horizons trees and sand,
i'm a sailor returning home.
the mud clings to my daisy's sole,
the smell of death haunts my own soul,
i'll never trust anyone but my friends,
i'm a soldier returning home.
the pain in my body will heal
but i wish i was numb to feel,
my soul's weighed down by dangerous deeds,
i'm a soldier returning home.
i'm struggling against the river's flow,
the deep fresh water's cold,
i'm skipping over stepping stones,
i'm a salmon swimming home.
my scales shimmer in the sun
with the water roaring through my lungs,
i am returning to where i was born,
i'm a salmon swimming home.
Published 16th Jun 2011
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I like your odyssey only it is of a nostalgic homeward movement.
I seek an odyssey to go all out to see the world.
In the poem again. I like the last stanza which reflect your glory "my scales shimmer in the sun", and your mastery of life itself "with water roaring through my longs". The rhyme scheme is superb. Your carefully selected choice of words especially in stanza three reflects a thorough adventure and I just love it.
Just keep posting.
I seek an odyssey to go all out to see the world.
In the poem again. I like the last stanza which reflect your glory "my scales shimmer in the sun", and your mastery of life itself "with water roaring through my longs". The rhyme scheme is superb. Your carefully selected choice of words especially in stanza three reflects a thorough adventure and I just love it.
Just keep posting.
17th Jun 2011 7:42am
i agree, an odyssey on the way out is much better than the return, some people never come home.
