The ship sinks
amidst the storm.
Self-indulgence makes us suffer
The illusion of salvation quickly flees in the low cloud at the first blast.
The mirage you hang on to is the savior's shadow,
but somebody else's savior, you're left to die.
You're nothing and you don't take part
even seeing yourself in the other.
You're just another one, just like the other, you're for yourself and act in yourself.
Resented acts,
muffled thoughts.
And thus, follow the travelers of this ship.