Nothing gentle, merry, dreamy about it. Hard work, rowing. You feel grim, as if you’ve been trapped in a nightmare. Grey sky, greyish blue water surround you day in, day out.
Ocean looks docile. Looks are deceiving. Keep rowing, don’t glance down. Do and you’ll see the shadow circling underneath. You’ll tell yourself it might be a submarine, or a whale. You’ll know better. Nothing you can do but keep rowing.
Row row. Row row. Row row. Your boat, your boat, your boat your boat your boat.
Row your boat – to the tune of Jaws.