I have wasted half a lifetime trying to outrun the sea.
I never can, because an ocean is alive inside of me.
I was born into the sun and so I can't escape the beach.
The sound of breaking water is just my spirit breaking free.
But the ocean is enormous,
in some places, dark and deep.
Some nights I dream of drowning,
the ocean haunts me in my sleep.
No matter how the sea may need me,
I will always need it more.
And when it reaches out to grab me
I'll be waiting on the shore.
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 5:19 AM UTC
I have wasted half a lifetime trying to outrun the sea.
I never can, because an ocean is alive inside of me.
I was born into the sun and so I can't escape the beach.
The sound of breaking water is just my spirit breaking free.
But the ocean is enormous,
in some places, dark and deep.
Some nights I dream of drowning,
the ocean haunts me in my sleep.
No matter how the sea may need me,
I will always need it more.
And when it reaches out to grab me
I'll be waiting on the shore.
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