Sailors

Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and.
The boat's gone mad.
The sails aren't even up.
We're trying to stay low to the decks.
Not get caught by the wind.
There's salty air in our noses and lungs.
Vulture-bird cries sounding off the sea.
Pools of blood from where we fell, thrown against the ground and sides of our wooden ship.
But our faces stay rock-solid and sure,
that this is what we want to do with our lives.

We're sailors.
Sail the seven seas and surpass storms.
We are Strong.