She was a beautiful storm

That raged across the sea

And I the stubborn sailor

Whom she tried to set free.

But disregarding her concern

I threw up my sails,

Visibility low

Clouded with tales.

Tales of the previous who also without a care,

Did not heed the warning

Of which she tried to share

Do me a favor? –

Put my name right next to theirs,

Carve it in the stone

That lies over there.

Here’s to the ones

Stupid enough to dare,

Do me a favor

And put my name next to theirs.