Sailing in a wrecked boat,
waves with a little buoyancy,
I'm drowning under my own weight,
but soon my rotted boat get entangled with some feed, giving a little hope,
but alas, it is a temporary escape,
instead of saving me, bit-by-bit, I get entangled in this weed,
but how deep I can go?
Is the bottom of this vast ocean, the beginning of something new
or does caught up in this weed is the only relief from this immense grief ?