I can’t shake
the days that we made those waves
even as the tides settle,
will splash and will sit there and wait.
The moon will shine and the dust will settle-
in the lull will feel full
sick and tired spinning like wool
is this the end? tired on the beach listening to Gamb
is this 3005? picnic and the tides still settle-
but not me, waving arms like gym class
heroes will be up late
making their own waves.
I can’t shake this feeling that first wave
was only the beginning- and the big one is coming.