Resolved to have a walk on water
Without considering one could sink
No idea of experience in navigation
Terminally, one pitches ones life on this water
No fricky idea of what one goes through
Defying the law of gravity of the flesh
Shame, emotional distress, torture, pain encapsulates in mortification
One did not come up with this road map
There was a masterminder
The masterminder did that all in the quest for someone loved
If it has to do with love, then one’s sanity
Could have been considered before embarking on such an adventure
The gale, moist, turbulence, coolness all encapsulated
For sinking on the water was never considered…LENT.
