I’m trying to ride the tidal wave
Of shame and anger
Me on the crippled raft
Just wanting a second oar
As my dark mind roars

If I throw myself over and drown
My distant friends won’t find my body
Either way they will wear frowns
Broken I left with a boat too shoddy

Why rescue a man who doesn’t even want to be found
Will this passing ship take me home
Or to a slightly better prison
Perhaps I should continue to roam
Follow these bleak rhythms
As I know too well now
Heaven is found on the other side
Of the lowest rung of Hell

Just 8 more minutes to the other side
One oar is enough if I remain my friend
Use my petulant rage to swim toward a shore of possible hope
Of possible, unfleeting restoration