My aspirations were displaced in an ocean of disease and
Every wave was an endless struggle beating back at me
If I’m sand logged, washed up, dried out, and clinging to a reef
Please know you missed the battles and the fleeting victories
My dark and glaring blunder was that I ever fought the sea
Cause every femto of my life it's calling back for me.
As the jagged mudstone digs into my soles
I taste the salt of San Francisco from so very long ago
And horizon slices lengthwise on the void where stars are few
I’m compelled to walk until the tides are doppler screeching through
My dark and glaring blunder was that I ever fought the sea
Cause every drop of vapor is still calling back to me
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