סופסוף הצלחתי לכתוב משהו נורמלי! אז ככה זה יצא:
Words are only a painted ship,
upon a painted ocean
of emotion
of throbbing motion.
But if the waves run too high,
and the bilge is full of water,
won't it founder?
Won't it go under,
and torn asunder,
into particles,
with no direction,
only random action?
And if the captain, mouth,
and his shipmates, vocal chords,
fall wounded on the deck,
won't the ship shake,
and capsize,
and the chorus break?
Thus I wait for someone brave enough
to dive into this ocean.
to breath it - and its poison.
Until my ship will be retrieved,
and the sailors will recover,
I'll stay right here,
with the ocean as a cover.