In the Midst of Moby Dick
Blake and I can somehow relate
As if we’re bound to the same condemned fate.
Stuck in some ominous quicksand,
We’re forced to face our bizarre adventures alone.
Sweat was soaking and saturating in our palms
It was undefeatable to remain calm.
Beads of sweat walking down our backs,
Blake was on a perilous, hazardous mission
To make his family once again whole.
Against a scorching, blazing, fire- spirited soul
And I am on a ride going solo
In single foot kitty pool.