Sailing these seas hoping I will get to you in time.
I pray that pirates don’t steal your heart for their treasures.
Nor sirens don’t steal your mind to sing to.
I hope that these paper boats don’t sink before high tide.
The waves can take them to you faster.
At the end of this journey hope might be all I have.
For I regret to inform you that the “you” I’ve been searching for is indeed me.