Standing here now.
On the sand.
The ocean is calm.
The tide is rising.
There are constant waves lapping around my legs.
Sometimes they combine to something strong
Sometimes they cancel
But the tide is rising
A freak wave washes up against me
Covering me, engulfing me
Before washing back to the see
Yet still, the tide is rising
In the distance I see the storm
The storm that will bring the mania
The mania of the ever rising tide
That tide that is rising
