Swimming Overseas - In Mitra Medusa Inri

The story goes on

Driving in a roller coaster

I begin to fly

I soar in the air

Finally I am landing

Contact is there

Will I ever find the way

I crossed a river

Ended as usual on the far open ocean

I nearly dropped down with my boat

My little ship

Made of wood

Hand-made

Built with the remainders I had

It was completed

Hold me

Touch me

Heal me

Feel me

I’m swimming overseas