The ocean never asked
who I was.
It only threw itself at the hull,
again and again,
daring me
to hold my ground
on something that never stood still.
Salt in my mouth,
steel beneath my boots,
......
The ocean never asked
who I was.
It only threw itself at the hull,
again and again,
daring me
to hold my ground
on something that never stood still.
Salt in my mouth,
steel beneath my boots,
......