Shipwrecked

 

The aqua waves crash against each other as

I make my way through this mess.

 

I love the way it feels when

The wind brushes across my face.

 

And when the boat moves back and forth,

I feel like I’m at peace

 

The sea is my soul,

And it’s where I belong,

 

I’m happy to die doing what I love,

Because in the end, we’re all shipwrecked.