Bored

Down on Broadway, over on the strip

He was watching the traffic of humans

Walking or biking, a few would run

He had forgotten how he got there

A 48 hour pass, in town with his ship

So many people and the movement

Some think a pass would mean fun

He wasn't moved and didn't care

All the people selling their wares

He was alone in a crowd 

Even on ship with full crew

At sea for months on end

Life would someday be over

He did his time but wondered

What more could there have been
What existed that he never found
What was it that the religious believe
Because he for one
Never found any holy ground