A ship made entirely of anchors
Anticipating a surreal storm
One I didn\'t know, I\'d have to face
Or that I\'d ever take this form
Preparations, preparations
Will they hold me in place?
What will become of me?
What will I have to face?
Holding on only to count
Down to when the surface blurs
Hoping one day I see clearly again
That it doesn\'t leave me with a curse.
-Al