I DON'T STOP PADDLING

Tears run down my cheek,
When I think of my situation,
But like a chick,
I know my habitation.

Although I feel discouraged ,
With certainty,I will manage,
My cheek will run dry,
Unless I die.

I'm trying to do the best,
Like a weaverbird do its nest,
Hunger and panic come on my way,
When I'm almost at the bay.

I don't stop paddling
Because my destiny is near,
Although strong winds are blowing,
The shore is clear.

Acid burn my joints,
Sweat and tears block my eyes,
But I know,
My destiny is an aesthetic ice.