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Drifting rough waters, abandoned of hope

Caught by a storm, set adrift out to float

Violently tossed in a sea of white soap

Seeking a shoreline, just me and my boat

  Skies opened up with a treacherous rain

Wind ripped the sail, with nothing to gain

Paddled through waves, till my hands were stained

My fate with the sea, was all that remained

  Morning came, as nature had planned

The sea settled down, after making demands

Friends don't always, return from the sea,

And there on the shore, was my boat, without me.