My crave for new is causing chances to be lost
At my own will I demand such things, yet
Deep inside I disagree with my motions,

"Help I am to far at sea"

Thoughts decieve sights in my own troubled life.
Scared is what I THINK I am but brave is all I know.
Only experiences one has had can determine this all to well,

"Help I am to far at sea"

Efforts seem worthless as I become more distant,
From what I know, and what I've seen!
I realize not even my own thoughts seem comforting.
What to do with no clues?

"Help I am to far at sea"

I'm afraid the farther I go into this trance
I will lose what little I have left of me.
Venus fly trap, thats a good discription of said sea,
The fly? well. . . That is me!

"Help!!! For the sea has consumed me"