a subtle movement
from oddity to commoditiy
we are waving to ourselves from the audience.. there's no need to fight a following sea
ride it out
ride it out of here
but amongst the tide,
we are insignificant,
drowned by our discontent
a life still stagnant
wade out
in the swell and the breaking of our lives
played out
in the swell and the breaking of our wills
wait out the storm, or head out forewarned. so loved, so hated; but respected
in the wake of booze and cigarette smoke,
our protagonist awoke to another night,
now he is too tired and too drunk to wake up
we'll keep going
because the drinks never run out on us