Always searching
But never finding.
The treasures are hidden from his eyes,
Buried deep beneath the tumbling waves.
A pirate he is,
His eyes always wandering,
His heart always lusting
For that Treasure Island which he once heard of.
But it is a myth,
A tale conjured by an old fool.
And he who wanders
Will never find.
Those feet of his
Will never touch land
And those hands will never touch gold,
And the pirate, he loses more than he can gain.
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