the tide and how it turns

i was perplexed at the sound of the rain
filling all the streets but nothing to gain
i would gladly let the waters build into a river
fill up in my lungs and my soul it will whither
just floating along because i take what i'm given
the downpour will fill up my dry eyes again
and while i would let myself go in any direction
the wind it blows north in constant succession

so up will i go to the cold and the white
while here it is gloomy over there i see light
oh to leave everyone behind to find my own happiness
i am a portrait of a hopeful and discouraging mess
when the sun drinks the rain i will lay there like i should
with arms outstretched and squinted eyes i will sink into the mud
i am lost but all alone to explore all i have ever yearned
basing my decisions on the tide and how it turns

i choose to be happy with all that i could be
finding brand new meanings from all that i will see