I'm floating on the sea of life,
Running from Sirens,
Singing me to shipwreck.
I can hear the sounds,
Drawing me to lies,
The rocks to impale my ship.
Harpies of false demise,
Singing songs of sorrow,
Songs of sweet wishes of pain.
The devils flying on wings,
I made for them,
From my lies and false securities.
The sea is calm,
But I'm riding in my own wake,
Creating waves of turmoil,
And blowing my own winds of change.