The tide comes in and then goes out,
And mimics my life just right
For, I too am caught in perpetuation
Between dawn and evening light
Sea, if you can break free of this
To go out and not return
Then perhaps there is hope for me
And from you, I will learn
But, if you continue, as before
In this unending mess
Alas, there is no hope for me;
We might as well confess