On the Ocean Road
Please don't remind me that I'm halfway there;
I've been quite lost since last July the eighth,
Kept to this ocean road based on my faith,
But bad religion's got me like a bear:
No revelations, nothing but despair
And aggravation. Hope is just a wraith —
We're hoping for a cuttlefish, a saithe,
Some bit of kale to chew, some better air.
Should I head inland? Should I put to sea?
Should I give up on love, embrace my loss,
And wait for death here? Put away the dross,
The wicked of the earth, the majesty
Of worn-out phrases ringing dismally,
And what remains? Flies? flotsam? Dental floss?
I've been quite lost since last July the eighth,
Kept to this ocean road based on my faith,
But bad religion's got me like a bear:
No revelations, nothing but despair
And aggravation. Hope is just a wraith —
We're hoping for a cuttlefish, a saithe,
Some bit of kale to chew, some better air.
Should I head inland? Should I put to sea?
Should I give up on love, embrace my loss,
And wait for death here? Put away the dross,
The wicked of the earth, the majesty
Of worn-out phrases ringing dismally,
And what remains? Flies? flotsam? Dental floss?
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