Feel too young to live,
Stuck in all of my old ideas:
On the very seasides-
Wait on time to change its tide.

Its long line of spray-
All the good moments are-
Quiet subtle whispers:
As the worst of them all,
Are a grating roar.

Begin, and cease,
The tides have grown full:
Everything now draws back;
As I feel like a lost pebble,
Without its own direction:

Tremulous, is man's misery;
In their shoreless ocean,
Waiting on the sand, shivering in cold.
Only the brave try-
To swim to the- Ends of eternity,
As children feeling so bold.

Perhaps that time I was bored,
Wondering what's next to come?
Timeless, is life when you're lost-
In all your childish dreams.

With the aroma salts,
Hair lost in the breeze;
I feel so joyously lost at Sea.

Deep, quiet, and alone;
Young, bright, fair, and free:
Only when, it was the younger me.

The ocean's body-
Is a thousand tears,
Of the Earth's greatest guilt:
Pulling me away from dreams;
As her and I are both Blue.

Awful spirits of the deep,
Once took my happiness -
And returned to me filth:

Still at the time, of my youth.
For youth is, so cruel.
But what are we to do,
To only hope we make it through?