I think I'm lost
And a thousand miles from home
What is the cost paid
For being a misanthrope
Cuts in the flesh
Seasick
From what I cannot see
Tread right
Swim left
Pulling towards the breath of the shore
Gaze pans out
Still coming down
Yet flying free
Will I adhere
To the current that pulls me back
Past isn't clear
In the fiction laced with fact
On the up-fall
Time stands to move us all
But the land calls
As this violence contaminates
Gaze pans out
Still coming down
Yet flying free