I used to love the ocean.

Everything about her.

Her coral reefs, her white caps, her roaring waves, the rocks they lap, her pirate legends and mermaid tails,

Treasures lost and treasures held...

And ALL of her fish in the sea.

Yes, I used to love the ocean,

Everything about her,

The way she would sing me to sleep as I lay in

my bed

then wake me with a force that I soon came to

dread.

Her fables, her lies, her misleading eyes,

I'd drain her dry

If I cared enough to.

I used to love the ocean,

Everything about her.

Her coral reefs, her whitecaps, her roaring waves, the rocks they lap, her pirate legends and mermaid tails,

Treasures lost and treasures held.

And ALL of her fish in the sea.

Well if you've ever tried navigating your sailboat through she stormy seas,

you would realize that her whitecaps are your enemies.

If you've ever tried swimming a shore when your leg gets a cramp and you just had a huge meal of In-N-Out burgers that's weighing you down,

and her roaring waves are knocking the wind out of you,

filling your lungs with water as you flail your arms,

trying to get someone's attention,

but your friends just wave back at you?

And if you've ever grown up with dreams in your head about life,

and how one of these days you would pirate your own ship and have your own crew and that all of the mermaids would love only you?

Well, you would realize...as I eventually

realized...

That all the good things about her?

All the beautiful?

It's not real.

It's fake.

So you keep your ocean,

I'll take the Lake.