I used to be a very determined person: in every situation, I knew what was good and bad, right and wrong, and with sound principles I could make my choice without a sigh. I was focused.
But now… it’s like I lost my direction in the middle of your sea. Sailing those beautiful yet perilous waters, I missed my route, and now I am at the ocean’s mercy, no more master of myself. Your waves lift me up to heaven and drag me down into chasms between the waters dark… and still I don’t know what will be of me. But as I come near to the centre of this storm, I lose my hope of sailing quietly out of it, by fortune’s chance. Either, I think, my hull will be broken on sharp reefs, and my ship sink in unfathomable deeps, or I will reach the eye of the storm, where sun shines surrounded by walls of wind and rain, and unexplored shores await for he who’s both lucky and brave to dare them.
And so I still try to sail this swirling sea which is you, but with no clue. This is blind navigation, and I am a mad mariner.
I could tell you "be brave", "try to regain control" "keep your feet on the ground"... but I won't. I'll just stay here and watch you dancing among storm and fire without breathing.
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