Days' number and my value decays
So I set out to seek that of eternal worth

At a focal moment, the map now walks before me
So I move closer for better inspection
Still, I am treading on foreign lands.

I do not want to be in darkness
I keep myself close to the lighthouse, and my beacon always in reach
Curiously pondering over a reflection of myself

I am convicted and the turbulence of escape has exhausted my potential

I trace the course as each nautical mile pulls me further away from the typical reality
I am afraid to lose

And yet by myself, there is no point to prove
Keeping myself afloat has drawn all my energy
And I am frozen from being afraid to sink