I find myself at a calm lonely place
Dark, shadow-like water staring at my face
Few lonely boats sailing away
Dense, dark clouds fill my gaze
And chilly winds stinging my face

As I sit here in idolatry
People as idle as me walking by me
The mind can't help but wonder about destinations
And feel a sense of coming premonitions
But the seagulls, they fly away
For they know better

But I, I will sit here, right here
For I just discovered the harrowing beauty
Of the calm before the storm