Floating in a sea,
Faces all I see.
A beacon of light ahead,
Warning of dangers unseen.

For me,
My life is the sea,
Wasting away in misery.

Masks never left unguarded.
Their stares never waver
For all they see,
Is the foaming sea.

Darkness lurks below,
The enticing surface.
For waves seem so far away
That all is believed to be free.

Thought to be stable,
No chance of Catastrophe,
When in reality
The sea is a home of swirling prison bars.

To be set free...