commonplace

the story's old the colours though still bright
the journey's much the same it is through life
we've learned enough to need no second sight
to understand there will be frequent strife
we love the sea but know its hungry call
promises much but delivers only death
it is so large in its face we're truly small
but have still what it most desires our breath
the end's the same though the trip may be long
we must arrive at the same destination
the old and weak as well as the young and strong
all must alight at last at the coastal station
we'd say that at the end some would know more
but no report's come back from that other shore