Sea Sick

Dear Sun,
Sometimes I miss you
Wish the clouds would part
And the gray-washed
Pale blue sky
Would show some signs of life

But there's a storm brewing
On the horizon
All the birds are screaming
As the earth rumbles
Underneath us

And I wonder just what it is
That's made the universe so mad
That it's hailing ironies
And coincidences down

The air thickens
And the seas swell
The ground rips up
Tears form
Like stretch marks
That've been supersized
And I've always bee
Hiding in the closet
With my eyes closed
Wishing that everything
Would just stop

But life is like an ocean
You gotta ride that wave
And don't think you know
Where it's going
Cause you don't
It's just up and down
Along those swells
Making the most
Of the debris
As it passes you by
And apparently
Be grateful for this
That you don't get
Sea sick
Every time