Being
by Jim Keenan


We come to the sea for solace
We come to the ocean in pain
And we leave it behind with the knowledge
we can never go back again.

The mistakes of our youth are immortal
and the dreams that we had are all gone.
And we're left with the dry taste of empty,
as we finally stand all alone.

Gazing out at the vast empty ocean.
Searching sadly the unending sky.
And accepting our fate or reviling our state,
still; we're born, then we live, then we die

© Copyright 2006, James Keenan and Cogent Communications, Inc.