The motion of life, it twists and turns,
As I struggle to find my way,
But the more I try, the more it burns,
And I\'m lost in a sea of dismay.
My mind is a ship, a drift on the waves,
And my heart is a compass, shattered and torn,
The horizon\'s a blur, my hope it depraves,
As I\'m tossed and turned, alone and forlorn.
My inner turmoil, it\'s like motion sickness,
A storm of confusion, a nauseating ride,
I long for stillness, for peace and for stillness,
But my soul is adrift, tossed by the tide.
And so I cling to hope, like a life raft,
As I navigate this stormy sea,
Hoping for a break, for a moment to laugh,
And find the inner peace that will set me free.