The bigger picture.

Paper cranes and rowing boats
and oars that take me far from home
I hold in callused hands,
you said farewell.

I face the great expanse of sea
A daunting view in front of me
But far less worrisome than these past days.

But stormy waters crash against the
wooden boards, they creak and groan.
My arms they tire, I cannot fight the tide
I look towards the sky and

Birds they fly, they fly on by
a thrust of wings, they soar up high
In envy of their flight,
I wish that I could be there for a while
Freedom from this overpowering atmosphere
Your presence here, a trouble to my sight
A clouded mind disturbs my sleep tonight. 

A disillusioned journey 
thought that it would be much easier
Now nature’s got the upper-hand on me.

I cannot fight what I can’t see,
I can’t detect this enemy
So all that I can do is watch and wait.

Throw those oars into the water
Let the current pass
Right beside you, seas will guide me 
to my peace at last. 

Birds they fly, they on by
a thrust of wings, they soar up high
I join them in their flight,
to grace the skies, erase the time
Freedom from this overpowering atmosphere
your presence here a trouble to my sight
but I will find escape from this tonight.