Drowning, drowning and drowning
Into an inky void that leaves no stones unturned.
Groping, groping and groping
For a soothing touch that leaves my mind unburned.
Never miss a local story.
Falling, falling and falling
Through the sky that knows no bounds on the upside.
Sailing, sailing and sailing
Through an ocean of misery that swells a drunken tide.
And yet, and yet, and yet,
I do see a tiny speck of light,
Over there yonder, I'm not sure how far,
But it's certainly there, timid and contrite.
Pulsing rather unsteadily like a momentary candle,
As storm gathers around. Let's go and bring it back!