You've lost your mind to the sea, adrift
Amidst the weeds and barnacles, clinging
To what's left behind. Life's a gift,
If we heed the call to prayer, singing
Our songs of goodbye over the cliffs.
In vain you take up arms against the sea
Which will drown you with a topping of froth and foam.
(Which way is home?)
Best of luck; you're not aiming for the truck,
While west is east when, heading west one flies east.
Throw your garlands westward, over the rainbow
That they may follow whither I go.
Aloha Oe,
Farewell to thee;
Hands most human carry me
That I may yours be
Eternally.
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