i found myself like that once. Bobbing among the waves of life. Fierce black tongues lashing at the final essence of my soul. As anyone knows, living long enough on this marble. Things change, people to do as well.
My little raft was only big enough for me. I barely stayed on myself as I bounced among the chaos. At night when darkness surrounded me I would put my ear to the raft and listen. Listen to those ghosts that haunt the oceans deep. I'm not gonna beg them to guide me to safety.
They just as soon throw me to Posieden. All the discarded rats we are. Clinging to the last little morsal of solitude. The light that shines twice as bright, only shines half as long. I heard that once.
Fitting I imagine to the scenereo that plagues me now.