swimming straits.

the tides are turning,
and i wish you could see me now.
i don't remember
what it was like

maybe this time
around,
things will change.
maybe you will change.
i know you can't change me.

i'm too rough-restless,
so they say.
just like the ocean.

i cannot make
my mind to stay
where it is,
can't ever seem to
keep my feet
in one place.

maybe this time
things will be different.