I find it queer to believe,
How the ocean rages on,
Devouring helpless boats at sea,
As it spins the waves like yarn.
Yet that same bustling angry sea,
Has edges calmer than the core,
It sedates its own periphery,
To timidly caress the shore.
I find it queer to believe,
How the ocean rages on,
Devouring helpless boats at sea,
As it spins the waves like yarn.
Yet that same bustling angry sea,
Has edges calmer than the core,
It sedates its own periphery,
To timidly caress the shore.