Without A Row

I found myself on a boat
Submerged in the ocean
The most discerning thing is I have not
One roe
The waves kick up mist
Making it harder to see
I feel
Everything
I'm in the middle of the mass
Seeing not one
Of anything
Can anyone hear me?
The feeling of being alone
Is everywhere
Uncertainty is all I know
When life becomes more real
The more unreal everything else seems
The boat could tip
The boat stays steady
The tide pulls in
The tide pulls out
Either way I'm not budging
Fear only takes up sail
If I need it to take me back
I'm not sure where back is anymore
So I float
The storm is coming I know
I haven't even hit the roughest of waters
I haven't even tasted the salt
Its not over yet
When I scream
I can only hope life hears me
It wont
In the distance
A patch of green offers relief
Of something new
But even there I will keep my boat
Just in case I need to set hell to the sea
Without a row
That's where I'll be