Colombo

What does my future bring?

Where ends this ocean road?

What if I fail to please my king

Or if my shoulders sink

Beneath this captain's load? 

The anger of God surrounds us,

The water we dare not drink,

Taking us to the brink

Of a thirst as terrible

As the torments in hell. 

No one must I tell

Of this gnawing doubt within me.

If God himself these lands has hid,

Perhaps reflecting we should bid

Goodbye to dreams and what now seems

The voyages of fancy.