Transmigration - PelleK
Filled my
Wicker basket to the brim
With salt spicy foods
I feel like a king
Because now
In a few thousand miles
I've seen and done it all
All thanks to my daughter
Who understood
That treatment would do me no good
Now in less than a year
I've been everywhere
Mostly at sea
And some in the air
High
From my
Cold
Norway along the coast
Through Russian waters in my old boat
And we challenged the sea of Okhotsk
Volcanoes and Japanese docks
Temples and a kind monk
Who shared his tea
With a freezing Norwegian
From the sea
We crossed the Pacific
In a Brigantine
Heard the island tern's soft scream
The lighthouse at God's pocket
Sea stars and seals
Orca whales in the gleam
Shining down
Through junipers and silver firs
I pulled our provisions
Right out of the earth
Through a modernized scary dark place
I ran and I ran
Through fire and flames
And I rebuilt
A worn out balloon
Sailed in the air
With the sun and the moon
Now I'm flying away
Up up and away
We crossed the Pacific
In a Brigantine heard the island
Tern's soft scream
The lighthouse at God's pocket
Sea stars and seals
Orca whales in the gleam
