Ocean

Now the days go by, and the waves hit me high.
While passing time, I slowly walk the line.

And I'm hungry for patience
And some new relations.
I defy devotion
To the oceans motion.

Strange it seems to me, for such different reasons,
Why my past beliefs, create this awful treason.

And I'm hungry for patience
And some new relations.
I defy devotion
To the oceans motion.

I make my own solutions
Drawn from past conclusions.
So I long for patience
And some real relations.