On the deserted shore I wait...
For the tide of depression, that I know will come...
A tide that rises above my head, threatening to drown me.
Eroding every fissure of my ego.

But then the tide recedes...
Each wave lapping at me, even as it leaves.

On the deserted shore I wait...
For the tide of depression, that I know will come...
As I slowly slip...
Toward the sea...