The water opens wide
Swallowing me up again

I rest in their peaceful grasp
My mind floats free

It sees the rushing tide
From deep inside
Wondering when will it all end
When will the world fall away
Will we live to see that day

Soon it is coming
Rushing upon us
We will not see it
Will not hear it
Wil not smell it
Will not feel it
Will not touch it
Until it has come
Then all will be at it's end

My mind upon returning
Confused and bewildered
Tries to relate to me the warning
But I, like so many cannot hear it
Cannot see it
Cannot smell it
Cannot feel it
Cannot touch it
My mind cannot commute to me the danger
Of not believing.
and who
will listen?