Permutations of the body and mind,

As days pass by I find

The indelicateness in which life

And all that I am go on to live



Do I disregard others for not seeing

All of this that I am believing in?

Or rather what your projection is

Of my own inhumane will?



Through all of this illusion

My stomach asks for satiation,

Unable to satisfy a forgetful hunger

I consume and forget, over and over.



The minuties in which I grow

The muses that I follow

And in everything that I do,

In the back of my mind there’s you.



My offering this night is all for you

And all the doubts and woes I wave

As an answer to me; I would

And here comes the wave!



Down by the ocean

Drowned by the ocean

And here comes the wave!

And here comes the wave.