Here lies the story of impression,
the wind of this sail propelled me
into a whirlpool covertly seizing
behind newer waves in a settled sea.
Enamored with this mystery, no salt
drown the heavier body, as a
lifebuoy was thrown near the untold,
but as I gazed into the abyss warned
of its horrific tale, I could only hear
a gaping hollow between — a chasm.
Here lies the story of indecision,
the mystery behind the ocean
was never revealed with its oddity
of calmness, neither in its state
of wreckage, but the chance of
either even when you choose to
stay still on deck, not even if
you choose to stay away.
