Odysseus never understood why the gods were so intrigued by him. He was only one man in the folds of time, but there was something in him that glowed. He burned through the eyes, made them remember. Still, he prayed, they gave him storms and seductive ocean lyres to hold him down. They only wanted him to understand what he had in his center. But he was lost long before.

Twisting and turning
in your ship
fate won’t let you go