And when the clock turned back
The minutes became hours
Eighty five people talked
About the weather and me
And most of them said
It was raining when I was born
Floods were everywhere
And the roof of the house was torn
I wonder if it was bad
To think too much of the sea
That I was afraid of it
Terrified that it will take me
Churning waves and eerie calm
Never failed to disturb
Despite that I will sit on a boat
Best I can my fear I curb
Sail away I would
Underneath, a million miles
The thought of it, humbles me
For every jitter, I give a hundred smiles
So that I forget what I ought to be
But instead remind myself, that life beguiles
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