Is it just water carrying me downwards,
Is it just water roaring around me,
Is it just water scurrying before me?
My only wish is to come to shore.

Whose past comes thundering behind me,
Whose now envelops and surrounds me,
Whose vision of the future calls me?
My only wish is to come to shore.

This is no destiny that compels me,
This is no weariness that overwhelms me,
This is not Arethusa’s beauty that draws me;
My only wish is to come to shore.

It is myself that keeps driving me onwards,
It is myself that keeps dragging me downwards,
It is myself that keeps thrusting me upwards,
My only wish, to rest on shore.

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