Where Is The Horizon?
Watch the horizon for hours on end. It never gets old,
Chest deep in something so much more then yourself.
Blues, greens, gold, grays, changing as you toss and turn,
With the days, the hours, the moods, the seasons, ever changing.
Waves come up, tide comes in, waves crash down, tide goes out.
Waters can never be still, something always changing.
It’s a cycle, a constant cycle.
Ups, downs, crash, burn, shoot up again.