for forty days
we were blessed blessed by the wind
but then it just stopped
and our spirits all dropped
we felt betrayed
as if by a friend
By the winds betrayed
Adrift, in our final days
and we slip further further into our graves
I admit we were all
Afraid
We rush in too much
we take on a weight that's too great
and find ourselves crushed
into dust at the whims of a gust
before we can know it's started to blow
it's already scattering us
The gulls awoke us on the fifty seventh day
We knew that land could not be very far away
The winds were strong and blew us towards the beach
But we hit a rock and had to stop before it ever could be reached
For a hundred days
we sat on this rock and tried to get off
in a million useless ways, but we've stayed in place
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