The envy of a broken sailor.

He stumbled upon many happy peoples,
dancing and drinking malt in the peer.
All of them seems cheerful,
but he was still sad.
Misery.
Suffering.
Those were his definition of life.
Surviving alone in the dark oceans since he set sail.
Back then, he might look like a well-lived person,
blessed with much freedom to roam upon.
Deep inside his soul,
he longs for love and mind peace.
Nobody ever knew,
He was going through a rough journey,
riding a rotten raft in the middle of a storm, clashing thunders.
He had a deep thought,
perhaps the sky and the sea will eventually calm down.
He will reach the dock of No Man's Land some day.
But how long will it take to reach his destination?
Till then, he will still envy the happy peoples he stumbled upon.

WengWai