I believe that kind of stuff really happens
In international waters, between the latitudes and longitudes,
When you blow off course and the compass spins
And North doesn’t matter anyway,
Because you don’t know what’s South.
You’re following cardinal patterns, flying away
It’s easier when it’s already happened
And you won’t admit it was wrong,
it just wasn’t right
And you can take a dip
As long as you don’t dive in
The ocean belongs to all of us
You skim the surface, disrupt the ecology,
Challenge the current,
No one will save you here.
No one wants to, why would they?
You don’t choose to go off course
Rogue wandering, fitful sleeping
Perched high, with nothing to see.

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