Untested in the Waters

I'm floating, but oh, sure to sink soon.

A sponge soaking in dirty water--

You say waving; truth told, I'm drowning.

One little fish caught up in a school.

Follow the leader, but the leader--

Doesn't know where to go, doesn't care.

You call out vague instructions; no good.

My lined paper sails are fair useless

In the heart of these merciless winds.

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