In my world, I am confined,
no solace found in this design,
tomorrow seems uncertain,
this can't be the way.

My eyes can't escape this place,
no comfort found in any embrace,
despair should not be my fate,
this can't be the way.

A dream I had just yesterday,
of a fall so deep, an existence astray,
a river's grasp, so strong and tight,
a lost soul, a painful plight.

What is real, I cannot say,
we can't fight with power or sway,
this is life, I guess,
like a drowning sea of distress.