Frozen landscape of torn apart minds

Toiling through the river
I found myself on the precipice of the sea
The estary stared at me
I sailed out to the open wilds
The wildlands that we know very little about
We may know how deep the ocean goes
But we know not what lurks within
Only five percent has been explored
On the open waters you barely have friends
If any at all
Most beings friendly to humans
Are not salt sea faring
The ferry is shaking, the moon gives off no lumens
The darkness envelops all those daring
To brave the blue borders that separate
Every nation from the next
I am but one man, and I will have to cut through
For I heard a call across from here
I am but one man, and I will have to brave the storms
I'm not immune to doubts or fears
But I know that if I can survive the coming storm
Avoid the vortices that are laden across
I will make my way, the ocean I will cross
I'll find, eventually
A frozen landscape of torn apart minds
Take me as far as north goes
So far north that south becomes the direction of mine
I'll find the poles and brave them too
Find those who are most in need
I'll thaw the ice on my way to you
Break through that frozen landscape
Break through those old discarded dreams
There is no escape, I'm God's lonely man
But through the company of those like you
I set myself free
I find myself floating aimlessly some nights
Others I have a companion, or maybe two
Most nights I float alone however
It is by design, that I'm the loneliest of fools
For only the foolish sail this far
In nothing more than a wooden ferry
With a single wooden cracked crooked oar
Crowned by dusk, dethroned at dawn
I am the king of this here ferry
I am the captain of this here ship
I will sail as far as the winds will take me
As far as the waves and monsters will permit
I brave the frozen landscape within my head
I break the ice in my stead
I shall liberate the parts of me
That I've once buried, oh so deep
I shall become far more than what I once was
I shall set my mind free
Do not go gently, quietly
Let the night never swallow you whole
Thrash and break away from the tentacles
That aim to drag you to the ocean's floor
Gravity is the enemy
The monsters are her tools
Bare your wings, my dear little angel
There's a fine line that separates the bold from the fools
Being that as it may, be not afraid
Even if that means you'll be driven insane
No such thing as knowing when to let go
When it is your own survival at stake
Rage, fight, thrash away
The dying light of day
Will never take you with
If only but for grace, you'll live
Set your mind and soul free
Learn to take away every inch you once had to give
It is your mind, soul and body
None of which can own you
Take control of your liberty
Regain your ownership over them
For in learning to live there is no brevity
One can go as long as they try
Death will come for us all, I'm sure
But know this
Death can be wrestled, my friend
Only you can give into your own end
And maybe you'll die trying to fight it away anyway
Maybe you'll greet it like and old pal of yours
But understand that death comes in many forms
Maybe your body will live on
But your soul has withered away
Maybe your mind is as sharp as a sword
But your heart has given way
To all the things you were once oh so afraid
Of becoming
Learn to take control of your heart, mind, body, and soul
For the frozen landscape I know
Can be stunning
I claim not to be a saviour
Or a protector of worlds
I know not to what end will lead my behaviour
I'm barely a small handful of years old
There's much I know not
And much more I wish to learn
But if I know one thing
I am one soul that death will have to earn