Like in a tempest in the sea,
Not knowing who to blame,
Is it you or is it me?
A little hollow boat,
At the mercy of the waves,
Desperately staying afloat,
While I fight Poseidon's horse-rage.
Losing all sense of self,
A steady ship is all I crave,
I would trade the world's wealth,
To escape this watery grave.
Feeling bereft of any peace,
Will this maelstrom never cease.
Feeling bereft of any peace,
Will this maelstrom never cease.
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