We’re all bad in someone’s tale,
They say —
pass the blame,
walk away.
But to see yourself in the storm…
is to feel the wheel in your hands.
Not to fix the sea,
but to not let go.
In mine?
I let no one be the villain but I.
We’re all bad in someone’s tale,
They say —
(they)pass the blame,
(they)walk away.
But to see yourself in the storm…
is to grip the wheel with broken arms.
Still steer.
Still stay.
In mine?
I let no one be the villain but I !
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