ride the wave
 to leave it all behind
 to be washed away
 I will conquer the sun
 to steal the light
 that marks myself -

 (it started as a surprise
 a well-known friend invading the
 nights
 am I not what I ought to be
 spinning around in my darkened
 room.)

 - I'll ride the wave
 to leave it all behind
 to be washed away
 I'll conquer the sunto steal the light
 that marks myself -

 ride the wave
 ride the wave
 ride the wave

 (rusted chair in the corner
 sheets - empty words - erased
 cover the shades
 unspoken wishes echoing to the centre
 Ahead! they said -
 prefered to stay in the past.)

 I don't need to whisper
 I prefer to roar
 if you want to touch me
 I'm already a part of the
 undertow
 if you want to seek me
 I'm already sunken
 if you want to drown me -
 I'm already drunk