Ocean Atlantique et Ocean Indien

Often times
With daggers drawn
We lock horns and minds
And nothing enters
To bring the eyes
That marked the start of it all.
I see you go
And watch your petals
As they fly away
You rise up with them
It’s no surprise
That you begin over again.
And there I’m left
Making what of it all?
I kick myself
Turn my fist round to the wall.
If only I could stop myself
In more ways.
Over it’s rolling
The C never ends
It hEaves up the sea bed and
swAys with the reeds
The eNding is nigh when
it’s Over we’ll say
I’ll C you tomorrow
We’ll Eat here tomorrow
And stAy there forever
N ever N ever N ever.