Erase. Redraw Our Maps from Monologue

I’m a skeleton dressed in time Lost among men no one sees With marching seconds, the time is now To make this coffin to my throne My throne of life Like a cathedral to capture A ship to board on Cast anchor on black shores And hoist at silent hymns In motion but at the threshold Weariness warms my sails Erase. Redraw our maps And for what it’s worth I will trade This coffin for my throne