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.
