I’ve got this feeling That I’m going to regret this later. I can’t wait To get my conscience back. The cage of the dock, And the freedom of the ocean Keep me around Because it’s a perfect balance That fits oh so aptly Because it’s a balance I struggle to find. It reminds me of a tree, A conifer, Showing it’s green needles In the winter, with fresh snow Littering the branches, But still green, Telling us we can survive Even the harshest of winters, But we still must be wary of Forest fires in the heat of summer.