with every leap I make, I end down below
With great effort I overtake, only to find the undertow
The memories are deep and vivid, the scars are torn from rind
The wounds are fresh on skin, and laid out to show
A spiral never ends, the only constant is change,
when the fortune shines, I find the undertow.
All sleepless nights combined, the while I spent alone;
The feeling stays with me, how did I find this low.
Forever with a hope, of a power surge; I am reminded that,
sorrow is limited, I shall surpass the undertow.
unfolding 