My Ocean

I can see this heart sized canal behind the cove
The sun is the energy in our hearts
And there is dark and light in all of us,
Because when we grind our teether, screaming for a muzzle while we sleep,
We end up writing more than speaking
And the waves of perception create a decision we have to make
To raise our left hands or our right
Because either way, each hands is experiencing the vibration of its state

If every possibility existed, I swear I'd be a better man
And I'd just want you, my ocean
I'd just need you, because the frequency of the East hasn't given you the answer you want
Even though it's night time
Your heart is light