The Casket Lottery. Lost At Sea. Zeneszám

Seven years ago
I got on this boat
not knowing where
it would lead me.
But here we are
with wounds and scars,
still struggling to float
and lost at sea.
So many storms have had my head
capsizing, shipwrecked, and breathing air that's soaking wet.
No wonder I curse like a god-damned sailor.
I've got all the stories but no anchor