three directions, David Carmack Lewis
So, you’re immortal, and you calm the sea.
It’s no big deal.
You ask the quaking crew,
“Guys? Why so scared?” But when the end was near,
And waves slopped overboard, you were asleep.
They bailed and bellowed. Only you could sleep.
But they were scared, we’re all scared, you should know,
Because we’re going to die, we’re not like you.