The Nuances Of What Is Unique About Me
In twilight’s hush, where steam engines sigh
Amidst forgotten tomes and dusty skies
A melancholy airship sails by
With cargo holds of forgotten sighs
The captain’s log, a tome of worn leather
Chronicles tales of love, loss, and weather
A pocket watch ticks on, a loyal friend
As the ship sails on, till journey’s end
In the cargo bay, a phonograph plays
Echoes of jazz, in a bygone day
A gramophone’s gentle, crackling voice
Whispers secrets, of a forgotten choice
The stars above, a celestial sea
Guide the airship, on its destiny
Through skies of wonder, where dreams unfold
A tale of magic, yet to be told
