Alone, paddling your own boat.
Infinite spine-chilling sea, just like your dark thinking.
No, stop it, no need to paddle without any direction.
What are you doing if all those waves, storms and rain emerge?
Sometimes it's you who rocks your own boat.
Where are you headed? Lost?
What does your island look like?
What does she look like, I mean...
your own boat.

Submitted: March 28, 2021

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