I relent to the changing tides as

Easily as the wind that blows

Rambler who wishes for a home that only lives free in motion

Pity he will never know the music I made and how much that freedom to sing meant to me

Everyone thinks what they wish to

Across the sea there tales of rabid and revolutionary dialogue, good for him,truly

Alone and completely walled off but absolutely fine to remain solitary

It is just another occassion of the ocean tearing down castles made of sand