When Nature Turns a Blind Eye: A Haunting Modern Shanty

Nobody

teaches you

How to stand

When the floor keeps learning new rules

You just adapt And call it balance

We weren’t chasing danger We were chasing arrival

Every promise sounded solid Till motion made it tidal

The map said “hold steady” The body said “brace”

Funny how confidence changes Once water has weight

This isn’t panic It’s adjustment

Every wave feels personal

Till you zoom out Then it’s just weather

Doing what weather’s allowed

This isn’t a rough sea It’s a moving ground

It doesn’t hate you It doesn’t calm down

You survive it By knowing you’re wrong

Most damage isn’t sudden It’s rhythm misplaced

A pattern repeating till fear

feels like pace We learned to call drift

A temporary phase

But drift is just direction That nobody names

No monsters below us No curse in the swell

Just math meeting motion That nobody tells

You can’t argue with depth You can’t reason with force

You can only decide

If you’re listening or lost

Still breathing Still here

There’s a silence between waves That feels like relief

That’s not peace That’s the sea resetting speed

This isn’t a rough sea

It’s truth without rail It moves without asking

Who’s ready to sail You don’t conquer it

You don’t outgrow the sound

You learn how to move When the ground isn’t ground

Calm was never promised Only passage