There's been a stir in the seas
awoken by the breeze
and it's all too feral,
your ocean kiss will be my peril.
Yet I still welcome the winds of change,
I like the discomfort in something strange.
I am feeling queasy from the sea
but I'll try my very best not to be
because if I will, the storm will worsen
and I am but a person,
I don't know how to sail
but I'm overqualified in 'how to fail'.
I'm scared that I'll go overboard
and when the clouds have over-poured
I'll be left on my own, trying to steer to shore
and I don't think I can find my way anymore.
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