the ocean
after a while
i get sick of this sickness
i feel tired of delivering
all this dreaming in motion
take my forty-five minute drive
head for the shoreline
in my heart i keep rising and falling
just like the ocean
what sort of sound does the world make,
when it is breaking?
-waves crashing, crashing
quick with no line
to separate time
between silence and meaning
and flowing consortion
take my twenty-one reasons why
i'm positive i don't work inside
all my sin stretches farther and farther
just like the ocean
what sort of sound does the world make,
when it is breaking?
-waves crashing, crashing
with the best of distress
i acquiesce
i won't be long
enveloped entirely
swirling in blue and green
no more air to breathe
i'll softly fall to sleep
let God speak to me
living is so tiring