HE ROWS ON (NOSTROMO’S SONG)

He rows on in a gold-laden boat,

Alone with his guilt-laden heart.

Leaving behind no clue or a note;

No reason he had to depart.

Oh, what has befallen

This fair young fellow

Who once fought time to a tie?

We keep on callin’,

Get back no hello,

No echo of a goodbye.

He rows on across the sea of life

To that far, dark, desolate shore.

Leaving behind a child and a wife,

And a future he’ll see nevermore.

Oh, what has befallen

This fair young fellow

Who once fought time to a tie?

We keep on callin’,

Get back no hello,

No echo of a goodbye.

He rows on to avoid being caught,

Averting his gaze from his treasure.

Leaving behind what cannot be bought –

All the things that once gave him pleasure.

Oh, what has befallen

This fair young fellow

Who once fought time to a tie?

We keep on callin’,

Get back no hello,

No echo of a goodbye.

He rows on in the now bitter cold;

Then stops and steps into the water.

Leaving behind his craft and his gold,

His life, his wife, and his daughter.

Copyright © 2019 Lex Zaleta

when an obsession with wealth can weigh you down with guilt.