The Mapmaker

Listen, to the sound The sound of an angry ocean below And, look above The skies open up The waves begin to groan They say, "It's nothing personal It's what's been decided for you It is what has to be.

If you aren't so easily swayed I'll make my peace And sink beneath the waves Until it all fades away to hues And shades of blues and grays

In this cold Frigid and oh so lonely I'm slowly moving toward The center of a hostile world Unexplored and in need of More men like me to uncover What lies at its ends

All I ever needed was one more day I feel so disconnected So strangely warm So strangely calm