Amundsen

(Sullivan) 2021

This is what I’ve learned
Never trust in the ice
Never trust in the wind
Never trust in people
Make good preparations
It’s only the dogs that are faithful

Long ago I learned how to sail
I felt the currents moving
How the ocean stirs
Like a great creature dreaming
Then I learned how to fly
Over the ice-flows
Where often I journeyed
Always it called me

First they will welcome you home
There’ll be cheering crowds and the putting up of statues
Then slowly the people will turn
There’ll be whispers and money and then they will mock you
Time to be gone, time to be gone

My rival is dead
They found him the following spring
Just two companions there at the end
In the little lost tent buried deep in the snow
His hands are like ice
His fingers are frozen
But still they come stretching
To steal the story
And into all of my dreaming

First they will welcome you home
There’ll be cheering crowds and the putting up of statues
Then slowly the people will turn
There’ll be whispers and money and soon they will mock you
Time to be gone, time to be gone


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