There Is a Tide That Sweeps

There’s a tide that sweeps this land It’s something so unruly It throws punches and it throws fists It’s so heavy on my mind I’m too sundrenched I’m too caught up in the irony of life There are things I can’t grasp Things that are beyond my reach I need to hold it back I need to stop it Tie it down, burn and scatter it I need to stretch it To prolong and extend it It’s so dark and gloomy It’s so unbelievable close I can hear it breathe I can see it sneak up on me It shows on my face Round my eyes The lines in my hands Later in my walk How I bend or not It shows on my chest I’m sacking It shows on my potency I’m failing It shows on my sense My ability to tell To read To listen To see And someday to understand In a sense the irony is At one point You start walking backwards There is a tide It will sweep me Eventually