So stoically we slink into soot
and secretly scratch the night away
In dark be damned and strictly put
as the hatch keeps light at bay
Rounding the cape, they feel mighty swaying
of disheveled hull
that may cave in, give way
to a level and dull numbness
We revel alone, as who among us
cannot be blown off course
by a lone wind that bellows with no remorse
That life that you yearn, it can never be yours

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