Mind troubled,
With nowhere to go,
A thought of being able to handle it all,
Yet the storm keeps coming at you,
And you don't just know which direction to paddle your boat,
'Cos the current is so derf and the tides keep coming at you.

Eventhough you can't help but wish you could run to a safe santuary and forget all about your troubled waters,
But then where do you run to?
A question you keep asking your tender soul.
Yet you couldn't give...