There are riptides in my mind
Spreading every which way.
Pulling thoughts apart,
Pushing for pure disarray.
One thing that can be done
Is to wash through the ride.
Wait for calm waters,
And watch waves subside.
There are riptides in my mind
Spreading every which way.
Pulling thoughts apart,
Pushing for pure disarray.
One thing that can be done
Is to wash through the ride.
Wait for calm waters,
And watch waves subside.