I've spent says at a time
just trying to climb
my way out of this sinking boat that is flooding.
I've made a makeshift escape from reality,
but the boards have broken drastically.
I packed up my things the other day,
didn't tell anyone where I was going.
Oh, how much I wanted to cross the ocean.
Everything here was withering away.
The outlines of the hills in the distance,
I swore I saw existence.
But what would be the point in running away?