the extraordinary sights of a reaching hand
the gesture of flights to beckoned upon land
seeing the speck of mountain ridges and peak
while the agonies of life begin to drown me

swim, must I try to swim
struggle against the current
I know what is right and what isn't
yet I can't open the sails to discover

the salt floods into my lungs
the stinging sensation causing me to cough
maybe that's why we have salt in our tears
the reminiscence of our past prevailing fears