I got serious damage to my sails,
and I'm taking on water with no bales.
Moving nowhere. As slow as a snail.
I'm pretty sure a storm is brewing on my tail.
No motor and no sail, I sit in the middle of this ocean.
Like.Drake says, "I guess that's the motion."
Cracked and dried skin that bleeds due to no lotion.
Out of nowhere a straggler, like myself floats in my direction.
They ask if I had the same affliction.
I nodded, plus we had the same addiction.
Could this be fiction?
If you asked where I'd be 10 years ago, thus wouldn't be in my depiction.
They came aboard with no one around to sign a petition.
Now extra wind in my sails, I was more determined to find safety and that was my main mission.
Atleast this is what I'm wishing.
Waking up realizing I'm still lost at sea.
No stars and a broken compass and still smoking that T.
I do need help and we all can agree.
Just need my sail patched so I can sail being free.



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