We nod, we drowse, we sleep. I'm trying to stay awake. Through the motions from a river to a lake. We move like drones, slaves to a clock. Hoping for change at the end of the dock. These waters are vast; will I dive in head first? The monotony feels like a fucking curse. I see uncharted waters up ahead. They’re open, they're endless, relentless. Destinations unknown. I hope I find peace, a place to call home.