From where I lay I look upon a turbulent world,
My reflection distorted by the ripples in the water,
My own destination found somewhere at the bottom,
And my own destruction an aura in my eyes.

My friends stand beside me as I crumble,
Blinded by the trepidation of feeling themselves fall,
As a single glisten in a sky of sufferings,
That circle in a circuit of undecided fate.

Now maybe the sun will rise over the dark line,
And maybe the waters will lay still and clear,
But as I stand now, one in a million of suffering tears,
I hold doubt, and somehow feel ready to give up.

 
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