I have my ship, with many flags flying.
Across vast oceans I do sail.
Flags proudly displayed, and defended.
Well constructed are their veil.

The lust of treasure propels me onward.
An array of  flags show me the way.
My tribal flags are inspiration.
Jewels and gold soon fill the bay.
 
At first blush flags showed such promise.
A vast collection  I now stow.
Then flags are tattered in great storms.
The winds of change do surly blow.

I raise new flags of different colors.
A new search now fills my day.
My ship astray I plot new courses.
The stars and moon help guide the way.

Soon flags are fading in the sunlight.
Silence consumes me as I drift.
No longer needed flags cast away.
Clearer I see now, through the rift.