Here I am, nowhere. A desert of water, not even a dolphin.
Suddenly turbulence, the sea got bigger and it was still dark.
I should have gone to sailing school, too late for that.
I must have sailed before, remember! The mast broke.
Too late for that,to. Shall i jump into the rage,
or shall wait? The mast drifted away, the hull split in two.
Here I am everywhere, trying to reach anywhere.
A wave takes me, drops me another follows.
Shall I cry my fate? Shall i shout my mate?
At that moment of need, I remembered.
The voice was near and clear, it was my oldest friend speaking.
Telling me his teachings: Let go, become a log.
A log, i became. A log does not drawn, I floated.
My words are weeping you. Left is crying you , and all is lost