i am like the ocean, ever-changing and swaying
you can't keep me in; i will turn the tides
i have no grasp on the shoreline
only my fingertips touch upon it
i am not bound,
but i am not free
i am like the ocean, ever-changing and swaying
you can't keep me in; i will turn the tides
i have no grasp on the shoreline
only my fingertips touch upon it
i am not bound,
but i am not free