Listen, to the sound
The sound of an angry ocean below
And, look above
The skies open up
The waves begin to groan
They say, "It's nothing personal
It's what's been decided for you
It is what has to be.
If you aren't so easily swayed
I'll make my peace
And sink beneath the waves
Until it all fades away to hues
And shades of blues and grays
In this cold
Frigid and oh so lonely
I'm slowly moving toward
The center of a hostile world
Unexplored and in need of
More men like me to uncover
What lies at its ends
All I ever needed was one more day
I feel so disconnected
So strangely warm
So strangely calm