I want to

ride the wave

to leave it all behind

to be washed away

I will conquer the sun

to steal the light

that marks myself -



(it started as a surprise

a well-known friend invading the

nights

am I not what I ought to be

spinning around in my darkened

room.)



- I'll ride the wave

to leave it all behind

to be washed away

I'll conquer the sunto steal the light

that marks myself -



ride the wave

ride the wave

ride the wave



(rusted chair in the corner

sheets - empty words - erased

cover the shades

unspoken wishes echoing to the centre

Ahead! they said -

prefered to stay in the past.)



I don't need to whisper

I prefer to roar

if you want to touch me

I'm already a part of the

undertow

if you want to seek me

I'm already sunken

if you want to drown me -

I'm already drunk