Wood

That was what  you were made from

You were made for one thing in mind

To sail

You weren’t made for anything else

Like me you have one sole purpose to sail

You cannot sail away from your fate

Wood

Washed upon the marched ground

Forever lost

As you look for your way back

Like a child looking for his mother

As I look at you; stuck on the shore

I can’t help but wonder

If you ever had a say about what you wanted

Wood

Given shape

Molded to be nothing more  

But sailed away

You feared your fate

Causing you to become lost

Me and you are the same

Nothing but copies

Nothing original

Made for one purpose and nothing else

Wood

You have a name

Like me as well

You are slowly rotting away

Unable to be found again

Maybe you served your purpose?

Rotted

That what has become of you

You're wood that was once something

Has rotted away

Like a faded picture

Nothing is done for you

You are lost wood

No one is here

Nothing to help you

Wood

That was what  you were made from

And

Lost you shall always be

Lost

   Just

       Like

Me