You have what you want, but not what you need.
You have what you saw, but not what you see.
Your boat travels on further downstream.
You share the air with the ghosts you still let breathe.

The sun slowly sets as you close your eyes.
You are so reticent to even your mind.
You hide your regrets 'cause you can't set them free.
But you'll spit out the key to their cage if you let them speak.

You named your boat "Sincerity"
'Cause you wish it was your style:
The actor loses the self after awhile.
You relax, and coyly laugh,
'Cause you think it won't come back.
Though the water's tame for now,
It might not last.

You find your friends in the movies you see.
You bury your demons in the glow of the LCD.
You find your truths in the books that you read.
But you never sought to see if they'd float or sink.

And though you try, the quiet kind
Should not be your chosen scene.
Let another mend the tears of tattered seams.
The self subsides, so heed advice -
Don't find it obsolete.
The boat's more steady with both halves heavy:
A balanced empathy.

You find your peace in the air that you share.
You find your beach and live happily there.
You share your courage with words that you speak.
And you help balance the weight for those lost downstream.
You help balance the weight for those lost downstream.