Spinning Through the Void
Drifting, rudderless, a ghost ship sailing nowhere
Just a reluctant captain on an uncertain voyage
Who; what, why? I just can't see any answers
I’m just spinning through the void, going nowhere, fast
No lighthouse to guide me past these dangerous shoals
Nothing to be seen for miles except darkness
No instructions to tell me what to do or where I should go
My steps are tentative and uncertain;
What if this isn’t the right way?
Are you happy now, Dibs?
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