through seas of discontent,
pushing away from sin
and what is spent
may be more that what I've got.
who I've been
and who I am meet in a torrent
as once again
i tell the world to get bent
because I'm sure of what I'm not.
my family is a sea
that I fear to swim of late
as the tears I cry
destroy the lies of fate.
they churn, eddies that radiate their liveliness-
we're each our own little storm, I guess.
