Amongst the thoughts that lie beneath
A treacherous path I undertake,
Forsaking all my vows with these
Epiphanies of dream and wake.

You build my ship around the key
Of which i cannot reach the lock.
Conjuring me to guard the sea,
I roam, denied a berth to dock.

I scream the need for port secure
With every bit of you I break.
And the conjurer I conjure
For the forsaker to forsake.