The Storm

How far?
How far are we now?
I can see shores and whereabouts,
The fog is finally clearing out.

How much time have we got left?
Quick, tell me.
How much time?

I'm nor healed or fine, made or complete.
And i swear i'd be happy
Just standing on two fucking feet.
But all i could say then
Is all i can say now.
Shut the fuck up.
You don't know what you're talking about.

Like clockwork, we stood there on time.
We've reached the sign.
The endgame may have started, that's fine.

We're gone through the final line.
The clouds formed on plain sight.

Time and tide wait for no man,
Don't fear for i have got a plan.

Jump!

The barometer failed,
We can only trust on weather lore.