Who am I to navigate over black seas?

When the black gigant waves tries to take me down.

When,
the action in acceleration,
just accelerlerate in our minds.

Hoppfully.

And I whish so.

That I can navigate me through this crazy mess.

And I know so clearly.

That life.

Will hit me so hard.

When I wake up.

In black clouds.

When the rain is falling deep in to my anxiety.

But I know so well.

That.

I have taken all the beatings before.

I have my wounds.

From my past life.

So it is cool with me.

I already have.

My marks at my body.

I am just trying to survive.

In this everloving fantastic world.