Ship Wrecked

wading, wanton
shallow, day break on the face of seas i knew
the brackish taste of obligation
i am ship wrecked all the time now
yes, i left myself to stew
i am looking, always searching
there are things that i must do
there are places i must go
ill be drowned, ill be strewn
on the beaches of the seas that i once knew
they come quickly like the fog
thunder banging in the gloom
they come sharp and sting like jellyfish
they come angry, they come rude
loud and angry
loud and rude
they know too that im no good
wading, wanton