The port is full three knots pushes on. A light signifies the channel. On a night so still. You keep me in the right direction. We can’t drift to far away. Three knots pushes on. Up north the sea swells. The clear sky now turns grey. You keep me in the right direction. We can’t drift to far away. This path, it’s unavoidable. Any faster and we’d crash. Time dictates our progression. Even if i think it’s speed. A time for everything. A time for everyone. Just not me.