Float

In mocking imitation of the tides,

Cue the faltering of my feeble lungs 

I am in companionship with clouds. 

Footsteps, that rattle my soul,

Due to the pattern of your feet

In mocking imitation of the tides. 

Poisoned with complete incompetency, 

Witness my stuttering spirit. 

I am in companionship with clouds 

Subject to utter betrayal of senses,

Spying through tainted lenses 

In mocking imitation of the tides. 

Slave to the whim of your bittersweet contentions,

Upon four-leaved clovers, at best 

I am in companionship with clouds.

To all that which unendurably I endured, 

Defeated. I now concede, so

Disregard further mocking imitations of the tides, 

Forever, I am in companionship with clouds.