Every ship that seeks a port
Speaks of sport to teach cohorts
Of the hopeful tides

Foaming waters that strive
To touch the ancient shores
Beg and plead
See their sands bleed
Stretched from the seed of need
That we, the children humanity perceive
Finds our dreams deceived
On this vast life filled sea

Alas thee will never be
As free as me
Lay crushed by the vanity
Of this agreed upon reality

Please, let yourself be set free
By my oceanic insanity