The sighs and roars of the rolling deep

Quiet the ones in my head

Who typically shout and growl and weep

Out of existential dread

The betrayal I feel at missing out

The fear of choosing wrong

When I feel that I have zero clout

‘Cause no one asked me to come along

But lying here on the cold hard sand

And listening to the crackling foam

The bubble and snap and the ocean’s roar

I feel like I am home

There’s no longer a burning in my chest

Or the knot that weighs me down

I feel the truth in my own warm breath

And my lips refuse to frown

My back is cold, the wind is high

My hair sticks to my face

But I am enough by the ocean’s side

And I feel I know my place

The salt in my mouth is my truest guide:

Nobody wins this race.