Like the ocean I swim in
With the water of uncertainty
I tend to swim in the deep end

Like forest I build my log cabin
With the logs of grieve
I tend to live in the center

Like the mountains I climb
With the stone of a brokenhearted girl
I climb never to the top

Like beach I gaze over
With the air as hope
I tend to drown in the breezy days

Like home I live in
With the building blocks of compete
I tend to like the most