Standing on the ocean waves
I can feel the pull and push.
Looking around at everyone there
And realizing they are not aware
The sand beneath my feet is crushed
As an ego withered and gnawed away
Sinks further down and disappears.
Floating around a field of green
I can feel the off and on.
Turning around to see the lush
Of pine forgotten and oak untouched;
The bladed grass we tread upon
Is more vibrant than I have ever seen
Yet it doesn\'t amount to much.
Weeping through the branches\' dread
I can feel the out and in.
Decay fills the air and soaks inside
The once content red and yellow lines,
Turning the air so fragile and thin
So much so I could forget
That something here has died.
Lamenting below the shivering sun
I can feel the back and forth.
With heavy legs I walk the verge
And it with all the things I\'ve learned
Confine me here with frigid remorse
Evincing a penance never done
And I\'m left to guess what I deserve.