He walks along a shore

And the ocean is its absence,

Which his boots must ignore

If his journey will continue.

Or instead, he’ll walk the boardwalk.

From here the ocean’s shrinking

And the ocean is its absence

So its shrinking feels like healing.

Now his life continues like before,

But through the tap the ocean lingers

And in the bath its weight is crushing

And on the shore it felt quite soothing.

So he returned to walk some more

And lift his boots a little higher

And stop to soak it in.

For the ocean is its absence,

So now the ocean is a friend.