Out of the depts of thought
Rises the signs of despair.
I, who know my bounds,
Must in the end secede.
A ship cannot stay afloat
If the Captain is not careful.
When I, as my own Captain,
Know this, why do I persist.
Let the question not go unanswered,
But look for the answers within.
Do I sink or swim? I ask myself,
And yet I have no answer.
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Jane