The waves will rise and they will fall.
My spirit goes up and down.
It's a fluid cycle.
Up and down.
Where one ends, the other begins.
The ache in my back begs me to stop.
I fight the wind.
I fight the waves.
I fight my mind in all its ways.
My surroundings always change,
making new pictures for me to frame.
She's a wild one but gets me where I need to be.