Random Lore:

Voyage

My waves are tiny now, but they show you that I'm there

and if you're tracking my wake, you know I'm going somewhere.

The engine's always pushing, and I'm getting the hang of turning it

but I'm refining more fuel as we go and then I'm burning it.

You can chart my position, but I bet you can't plot the destination

it's somewhere between where I am and where I go in my imagination.

In the day dreams, and the night ones, you can sorta see the shape

but it's still carving out some space with every new mistake.

If we ever clear this fog I think we'll strike fertile land,

but buckle belts tight because I am winging this plan.

My waves are tiny now, but they show you that I'm there

and if you're tracking my wake, you know I'm going somewhere.

The engine's always pushing, and I'm getting the hang of turning it

but I'm refining more fuel as we go and then I'm burning it.

You can chart my position, but I bet you can't plot the destination

it's somewhere between where I am and where I go in my imagination.

In the day dreams, and the night ones, you can sorta see the shape

but it's still carving out some space with every new mistake.

If we ever clear this fog I think we'll strike fertile land,

but buckle belts tight because I am winging this plan.

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