Do not consume me for I cannot bear it
Just as the moon holds sway of the tides,
So it is as this contentious concept laps against my mind

Sifting through the possibilities,
I am stripped across the sandy shore,
Held fast to wayward hands
Consciously drawn to my desires,
Colliding into illusions

Compile a craft to sail me above this confusion
To be defeated by far away forces or triumph o’er the seas
For this is the risk of freedom