Someone for the abandon
Someone to play Poseidon,
Some waves to crash,
Some love to rehash,
Summer is lonely under
The shade tree, it starts
Out as pleasure, endless
Fruits and the future suits
To dress me up in—
But then it gets bitter,
And sour and unheard of
Things—summer spring
Winter to claim,
Dried up am I,
Someone for the abandon,
Someone to play Poseidon,
I am at sea, and I want it,
Tossed and drowning,
Hungry in the yawning,
Sleepless at sea,
Sleepless in the comfort—
Sleepless on the freeway,
For my life is to safe,
To easy, to much ease,
To much of the downloads,
Of the distraction,
Of the endless
Action dissatisfaction,
I have of the explosions
And the blood and the guys
And those that just merely
Survive, I need not just
Poseidon, or all those
Forces in nature—I need
A not so safe future, without
Regret, without fear,
With many waves,
Many seas,
Many shores to
Wash up upon—
I want it,
I am going to get it,
I will not quit—
Toss me you fake
Gods and Goddesses,
Only one thing can stand
When in comes the lamb