When he was a young boy with wide, eager eyes,
he'd sit by the ocean and watch the calm tide.
The rise and the fall, the breath of the sea,
The crystal blue and the shining green.
But as he grew old, the visits came less
He was just busy, and busy meant that
He had other things, he had his own mind
He didn't have the time to sit by the tide
He had a life to live, he had things to do
But wasn't living watching the ocean blue?
No, he had a job. He had bills and his work
No leisure and happiness, that was for sure
He didn't like days, he didn't like mornings
Life had bad things that came without warning
It wasn't the thought of not living at all
It was dealing with having to survive the falls
