surroundings

At times the ferver of passion sings
Like a nail gun to the brain-
The ocean of torment around your feet
As the tide comes in like a pirate's captive.

You know you'll drown but your hands are tied
You know your found but you're imminent demise
The plot never thickens yet there's a foamy froth
About the situation you're in like one tempest tossed.

I'm vehement towards a bright future desired
But I live amongst the fire
Those who I surround myself with
Are comfortable in their myers.

I could live a future bright
If only I sat with the day not the night
And if only I had had the sight
To know the people who fight the fight.

So here I am lost but it's not the end
Conclusion? I need some bright new friends.