I push and push against the water,

I push the boat forward, trying to hold her at the surface.

Boat and her—myself.

Where has it ever got me?

Monotonously pushing forward,

Well across the sea,

To the land of sun.

Yet I thought I’d reached the end—

The end of this chapter,

The chapter that never wants to be read again.

Yet I still push and push against the water,

I push the boat forward, trying to hold her at the surface.

Should I stop here, or keep on swimming?

Where has it ever got me…

Is it my place on Earth,

Or just a short break…

Water surrounds me everywhere.

Maybe it is my goal:

To swim and swim and never give up.

This way, life will never dry up…