Voyage to the Middle of Nowhere

This rickety, dilapidated ship,
This dirty, salty crew,
We are riding the high waves of a stormy sea.

All eyes in every direction,
To the North, we strain to see and still, only water.
To the South, East and West we gaze,
Praying to be washed ashore.
Still, only miles and miles of water.

Endless distance seen from the lowest ebbs,
To the highest crests of danger,
And we hold tight to anything that will hold our weight.
Rare words are screamed over thundering booms.
We barely make out the high pitch of the desperate pleas,
Of each other.

But the cries are lost amid the din of disaster,
Like praying to God as the world is crashing down.
No one hears.
A voyage to the middle of nowhere.