I ride a turbulent sea
deep within the confines
of a leaking vessel
Riding the fate of billows
Riding towards a final crash
or revival along a sandy shore

Either path will bring peace

But I do not wish to ride this vessel anymore
Only allowed to watch leaks around
rusty rivets
Only able to smell the stale iron air
and touch cold metallic skin
When I know I have the power to swim
and take my chance among the salt
and spray