I find myself floating in an ocean of rage
A rage of all my gripes and discontents,
my doubts and fears,
A rage for the shadow of uncertainty that lays before me,
And a cynical loathing for the moments I've left in my wake.
I am the commander of a great ship of madness.
On a journey to the finest unspecific distination.
Adrift a malevolent sea,
without the faculty to navigate the magnificent storms I collide,
as they wickedly crash this ship about,
They crash this woman about-
Stealing from me my prize of control.
When I find myself lost in this violent obscurity,
I am unsure if I have the faith to know where I am headed.
I doubt that I believe I will make it there.
I am even uncertain whether I posses the constitution and depth of character to persevere the course.
In this darkness all I do know is,
I dream of peaceful seas.