As lost I was
Deep in my sea
Thin as glass
In search for some flee

For a while I was there
Finding everything but air
All things I was seeing
And meanwhile my void was feeding

There was not much left to eat
Just me on this sinking fleet
‘Must this all go on?’
‘It is not even what I long’

What did I have?
Slowly the bucket was filling
Could I even laugh?
All my thoughts were drilling

And there rainfall came
Filled then overflown
It was the end of the game
I started recapturing my throne