an ocean
You’re lost in
the notion you
have to hold back. I’ve
build a ship. And in every
drip we’ll sail till the tip
and back.

Cry me
a river
You’re lost in
a quiver. But I’ve build
us a raft. And we’ll float
in the draft, lying back.

Cry me
a waterfall
You’re lost in
the squall. But I’ve
build me a bucket. And we’ll
roll to Nantucket breathing from
the crack I’ve cut in the back.