On Oceans of Blue

if snails and whales
were pretty seashells
would we all be happier
for the peace we’ve found
and if gobbles and gooks
were decorative hooks
would we all be happier
for the freedom we’ve found
if what goes around
comes around
why am i in my second round
while others wonder what i’m talking about
and if life is a blessing
why’s it so hard
to see tomorrow
seems such a shame
cus forever waits
and triumph sounds
the echos of life
go round and round
so i stand my ground
waiting to be found
tied and bound
listening for the sound
of the trumpet
so if snails and whales
were pretty seashells
would we be happier
for the peace we’ve found
rather i look
past the hooks
and the books
and the cooks
for the shark that lurks
in the murk
to eat straight through my shirt
to hurt
then burp
my very soul
because i’ve failed