Flatline from Moonstone by Joseph Boyle

Warning bell approaching danger
Mirror shows a careless stranger
Darkest dawn no need to soldier on
No need to find some new horizon

Day begins despite indifference
Welcome home a form of insolence
Who can care when nothing special’s there
Tumbletown that’s my horizon

Nailed to the mast look fore and aft
Horizon 360 degree
Many a craft has gone down on its draught
And one of those vessels was me

Into cloud vision imperfect
Only white beyond the Perspex
Losing flight and bleeding height
Descending to my last horizon

Timer on the seconds falling
Switching off existence stalling
Life has gone and understanding done
No surprise and no horizon

Nailed to the mast look fore and aft
Horizon 360 degree
Many a craft has gone down on its draught
And one of those vessels was me

• Acoustic
• Scottish
• folk
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• recovery
• United Kingdom