The Gyre

[Verse 1]
No sign of fond farewell as I set you free
Not out of any love, but indifferent apathy
Free to barge through the waters
And drift away downstream
Rivers of man who has plenty
In our own words to deceive
The foreign pelts of art that a foolish heart desire
In the gyre

[Verse 2]
So I kicked the can down the road for another few years
The ocean grows ever higher as it fills with salty tears
[?] around her neck
Who passes the casualties till his bottles fade [?]
The man are from a Heaven of arts that I thought I regret
In the gyre

[Verse 3]
Off-grid eco-warrior
Or techno philanthropist
The noble savage or immortal transhumanist
Where to find the answers
The future or the past
Who defines the heroes?
I am land of calm arts
The chosen few to sail as strong as fire
From the gyre