...and the tide rolls in

And your mind comes in with the tide
Leaving you stranded, watching
From the boat you gaze with wide eyes
Wandering along the horizon, searching
Something so close, never to be reached

And still you struggle on towards it
The whipping boy no longer whipped
The mule laid to rest after a lifetime
Back breaking work under the cruel stare
Of a master, of the all-knowing witness

And you keep a watchful eye fixed
Ever vigilant, quietly waiting on life
Holding out for the dawn of the next
Hoping for the return to the sea
A gentle tide bringing the moon down
Shrinking the horizon