One is not enough,
Unless you prefer circling.
If you want to go,
To your lover’s arms,
To a chance at death,
You will need more of us.
And if your boat sits low with idle travelers
Who won’t row,
Yet you power on,
Our shafts will break.
Too much to go the heavy load alone.
You grip, dip and pull our silent blades.
You cannot see where we take you.
You only know what you're leaving.