To Sea (or not to Sea)

Sometimes I think that I’ve lived too long

My joints as I walk scrape and scream

The breath in my lungs is shallow and weak

The heart in my chest coarse and mean

As long as I’ve lived, It’s been under these waves

That batter me down to the sand

And my poor muscles just can give no more

Though somehow, somehow I stand

But I fear that now I can stand no more

As I look to the ocean ahead

And the soft sunny beach so far gone to the east

While I endure the existence at hand

Seventeen when I told my dad

That I felt I was wasting my life

And nothing has changed, and nothing will change

To make standing worth all its strife