We face infinity with cold feet and bruised knees
And shirk away until it recedes;
Only to be surprised when it washes all over us again.
And in that moment, at the mercy of the tide
Some bastard existentialism
Squeezes your heart and opens your eyes
As you gaze up to stormy skies,
And distant lands across the water
Are far-off plans that you'd forgotten.
Wanting, craving, feeling, needing
The wave, it breaks and you're left reeling;
Still holding hands, and hand on heart-
Though conjoined, you feel so far apart.