You ebb and flow like a prisoner adrift, weaving your journey through fog’s misty rift. Lost but not sunk, wavering yet watchful, you feel like a beacon in the tempest’s pull.

A bay in the estuary, a haven in the east, a star at dawn, silent but not deceased. Tossed and condemned, thwarted but found, delirious yet shining, your spirit unbound.

They harness your strength to steer their own way, then leave you broken, a pawn in their play. Road leeches, cursed overlords of fate, yet one day you’ll row to your bay, free from hate.

Row as if it were the final twilight’s gleam, persist, endure, for those who drown your dream. For those who silence you today will see, tomorrow, you rising, bold and free.

Galeots in the mist, intertwined fate’s decree, bound by destiny’s thread, forever to be.