My head is throbbing,
inside it grows,
unknown tensions,
freely they flow.
The darkness of it all,
the tensed life inside,
can't run from it,
it catches me if i tried.
My mind is rushing,
useless thoughts about,
with the speed they got,
you should hear them out loud.
The sea water is rough,
clashing against the shores,
the wind hows extremely loud,
louder then the loudest chorus.
To sail these waters is to be brave,
sailing through mist is one thing for some,
but the waters right now truly are suicidal,
enter these waters and you're gone.
But i think i see a patch of sun way up ahead,
perhaps it'll give us some breathing time,
to get back to ourselves somehow,
we should be able to make it just fine.
Can't say when though,
can't say how,
the ship might strand,
to mother nature I bow.