Lost in the ocean,
dragged by the current
without any resistance.
Wave after wave,
thunderstorm after thunderstorm.
For how long?
Yesterday it didn´t matter.
I was always interested
in the times of chance.
What about the fog?
It wants to be with you.
What about the wind?
It is your guest.
What about the clear sky?
That is the end.
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