In a foreign land
we look around with the west in our eyes
the east in our minds
the north in our hearts and
the south in our ears.
So many directions
our vision is clouded
our minds sharp
our hearts with the old gods and
our ears listen to the sea.
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In a foreign land
we look around with the west in our eyes
the east in our minds
the north in our hearts and
the south in our ears.
So many directions
our vision is clouded
our minds sharp
our hearts with the old gods and
our ears listen to the sea.

Your heart yearns for the sea.
Sitting in your office, you drift towards the southern saltwater.
Lost in the south sea, you drift unnoticed and unafraid of what may become of you.
You float on the waves, the sun begins to set, and you think of nothing.