I don't know what to do now

I just don't know what to do anymore.

I can see love in the eye of the storm,

But I could be capsized-- and drowned in the sea--

Before that love could ever reach me.

I just can't tell if I'm already submerged--

If the crashing waves have me overturned.

Is the storm made of fear, or is it repression?

Does it come from within, or an outer tension?

This question is a cancer.

Am I ready to hear the answer?

I'll just imagine my ship sailing on,

Until-- at last-- I can see the crack of dawn.