Allegedly heartaches are cured by the sea
All I know is I long for the sound of the surf...

Rain pouring down upon my head
Wet sand clinging to my feet...

Listen! What do you hear?
Sirens, cars, disenchanted voices...

This is the season of my youth
The second I am to know...

Time keeps slipping by...
Does not need a reason, never asking why...

Many a lesson has been learned
Tripping through life...

Everything happens for a reason...
I have been told...

Unable to see my hand in front of my face
Edging my way along the wall...

If the sun refused to shine
Rivers no longer flow to the sea...

What say you?
I ask...not knowing why...

My life has more twists than Lombard Street
More issues than Time magazine...

Cold steel, sharp and ready
Held hidden at your side...