Not confident anymore
Of your shores
Those days it was different.
Left a sensible place
Whitewashed
Walls, an aquarium
Clean compartments,
Polished floors-
A consisted idea,
“Service to man”
“Service to God is.”
The atmospheric vibration
No more the same
Extenuating circumstances
No affection but dexterous
Glance inside every visitors pockets.
Prefer to say sayonara, thus.