Waterfront Syndrome

Try to settle for the pain we feed inside.
Settle for the aging.
I fell, in search of the seas of hate.
Blinding strays never woke me.

Guidance in this dormant nature fails to overturn,
Endangers all movements.
I spoke, in search of the waterfront.
Blinding frights, never split me.

I doubt this terror bound in hatred!!!

Execution time brought in line with destiny.

Whenever I need to overdraw the spoils,
Whenever you have to travel with the loss,
Climb on.

Sometimes it makes me wonder,
How to step once more in these false chains.

Sometimes the water hits me,
Serving all my contracts on worn-out days.
I lay on the ground, and I dreamt it would help me,
But hoped that it would never hurt.