Walkin' on the edge of land Gripping hold with weary hand Staggering over I fall to stand What do I see?
For the end of the road is near And spitting out at the end of the pier A land locked farmers fear Of the unknown
The blue waters, rising sea Began right where you can see All the clearness after the foamy brine Forming a line
To divide the truth of heart You find you can not pull them apart The end of land is where it starts A blue monster
I had a weird realization of how we see the sea, ocean, lakes, etc. We can see it as an end of land, or a start of sea, we can see it as a nightmare or an adventure, it can be peaceful or turbulent. It just kinda speaks to me know, I'm in between the Pacific and Atlantic right now. Take that as you will.