If you wake into the slumber of the ever present sea
and you wonder who you are or
if you're ever meant to be.
where the waves are crashing somewhere upon some
far off distant shore
and you really can't be bothered but you
know that there's much more than the dramas that
unfold before your washed out once blue eyes.
And you think something inside you dies because the tide
goes out and the shoreline lies beyond your reach.

No one teaches you this state of mind,
this being is what you are.

There is a motion in the hearts of men,
a see saw,
up then down again,
life's a playground but the
sound we make is natures way to get
us through another day

The sea tosses fitfully yet sleeps heavily
and presently
it will come to me as the tide
rolls in.