built a dam and now the sirens blare flood warning

not going to give in

cannot decipher smoke signals or solve puzzles

not going to play games

asked the fates for a sign

friend zone by thundercat came on the radio

well played you bastards

well played indeed

so cutting the anchor and letting the current take me where it will

no need to slow down or shoot up a flare

this is the life for me

a sailor that can’t read a map

on an ocean of fire

wishing the winds would take me to you

but my emotional compass spins like a top

and i think i am going farther from land

and this is just from overflow, imagine the destruction if the dam were to burst

biblical flooding and my car only has room for four