Too prepared for the tumultuous storm
I will proceed into the dark blue sea
Aware of the inevitable harm
Fighting against impossibility
Holding tightly to the ship's spinning wheel
Steady balance challenging nature's wrath
Cold, icy rain blindfolds me to conceal
The safe way to shore, the easier path
Finding the anchor though rusty in hand
I toss it into the waters below
Settling deeply into murky sand
I huddle watching the night's harsh winds blow
Another potentially fatal storm
Will find me near death, trembling and worn
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