Without a Paddle
Together we ford
Ship having sunk long ago
Waves crashing on us
We thought we could fly
Until the winds buffeted
Blowing us away
Now we are stuck here
At least 'till we find our way
And regain our friends
To regain footing
While slipping in a snowstorm
Takes expert balance
I can hear them call
The Valkeries or Sirens
From here, hard to say
Soon we will approach
The destined destination
Who will be waiting
A slough of monsters?
Solely our truest of loves?
Some combination?
It will be there still
If I walk or if I run
Don't make us hurry
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