chapter four – the sea

storm clouds start to boil on the horizon.
distant flashes of light in the night, waves rising.
your father told you that he would scold you
if you couldn't take a challenge. you started crying.

you hold back the tears as the old man reappears.
he warns you that an even greater trial now nears.
there's fear on the ship as the wind starts to whip.
he tells you that you've reached the solo leg of the trip.

you stay sedulous although you're incredulous.
you grab a lifeboat, but your life's so tenuous.
the old man lowers you down as he frowns at the stormclouds.
the thundercracks become loud now.

an island looms, dark and mysterious.
the sea smashes its rocks, so imperious.
you start to row. the man waves goodbye.
flashes of lightning betray the waves in your eye. you go:

i, i got so much work to do.
i'm freaking out.
trying to keep this ship in tip-top, tip-top shape.
wonder how much longer 'til i get it there.
gotta keep on and push, push.
help me keep my hands up on the oars.


you row out, full of doubt, toward the dark of the sea.
struggling through the waves, you embrace the unseen

without light, without coat, without plan, without rope,
without friend, without air, without tears, without hope,
without fear, without time, without heart, without mind,
without love, you row out, paddling for your life,

without sight, without coat,
without light, without rope,
without friend, without air,
you row on without.

there was a time when you where a child
when life was lush, and your hair was wild.
your mother told you someday you'd meet sorrow,
when every single day would be a fight 'til tomorrow.

you laughed unawares of the cares; you were so free.
but now you understand, up against the hungry sea.
you have no plan, a bleak destination,
your only action now being self preservation. say it:

i, i got so much work to do.
i'm freaking out.
trying to keep this ship in tip-top, tip-top shape.
wonder how much longer 'til i get it there.
gotta keep on and push, push.
help me keep my hands up on the oars.


you row out, full of doubt, toward the dark of the sea.
struggling through the waves, you embrace the unseen

without light, without coat, without plan, without rope,
without friend, without air, without tears, without hope,
without fear, without time, without heart, without mind,
without love, you row out paddling for your life,

without sight, without coat,
without light, without rope,
without friend, without air,
you row on without.