Not hiding between the rocks, not floating in the sea
it seems so obvious, for everyone else but me
I walk along the shore, and into the rough again
can't find them anymore, the women and the men
I used to know what happened whenever a ship set sail
but now it's just water slapping; my eyes are starting to fail
I know that, in a way, I never have been quite so real
as how I'm finding myself now: alone, but finally healed
I have a few new ideas, about the world I know
A resting hobby, this one, no ethos or creed
Some tenuous conclusions About where and how to go
As I'm learning now, that's not at all what you need
not even a you to tell it to, all of my new ideas
If I learn to listen better, I'll learn to share it right
Once wise, I'm getting stronger
No need to starve myself or even fight
// repeat first verse?
// piano and/or accordion?
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