If I stand around

And watch them drown in a pool of gray

When we dive in, I can surely say there's feud with force

Am I in your way?

Please knock me down, can I help you in?

When I'm not around let us all be found in certain ways



Dear Mr. Queequeg, you have been informed your life's been saved



You are not a black-hearted vicious mess so it has been claimed

If this is the beast

Pulling us towards the east with mighty waves

Let us look inside

And pull out all your pride, you know it's up to us



Holding pasts in ash black earth

Bound by roots

Roots into sand

Grow towards the giver