Take this sinking boat and point it home
Glen Hansard, Falling Slowly, Once
stormy sea in stormy winds whipped I fought with force, momentum and pride.
I debated like a fish caught in the net.
I struggled. I tried to extricate seeking new paths, to save myself, to overcome myself.
I had swum strongly and with great concentration for a long time, knowing another me, changing myself, against all odds.
I passed the coral reef of myself.
I sailed with experience, to discover my limits with confidence and wisdom.
And now here I am. Tested by a long period because of expectations, illusions, confirmations, new discoveries and disappointments.
Here I am struggling, panting, frothing and flush the shot and get ready for a new long journey.
A perilous journey into far seas, unknown and fascinating.
Awake in the long nights of full moon, I think back to the errors, the tactics, the imperfections of this strange life.
The music resonates in my ears as I browse on sight, thinking of how to exit from the network.
I struggle but I can not.
Cosi 'I try to swim as' fast, to speed up, but there' s just no way.
I end up caught in the net.
And I do not untangle more '. And I do not
untangle more '.
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